Romans & histoires Angelic Names

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

Angelica’s words helped everyone here greatly. Of course, she was also helping herself. “Sweetheart, what’s your name? Where did you come from?” One of the old mid-Sovereign Rankers asked. “Old Sir, my name is Angelica Dolce and I’m from the Heavenly Sect,” Angelica answered. “The Heavenly Sect? You mean the one from West Sand Galaxy?” The old man pondered and asked. “Yes! Do you know about the Heavenly Sect?” “Of course! I passed by that place and heard about you people.”

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Why does that stupid, foolish commander want to see me now? "Anything else?" I asked as she kept staring at me too much that I was getting uncomfortable with her stares. She quickly shook her head, her cheeks crispy and ran out of the door. I picked up my jacket and wore it, boldly printed BLACK ANGEL on the back, they gave me the name because I always wear black clothes but I don't know what the angel is for, I'm not an angel and I will never be. I was my daddy's little princess and angel but he is gone.

"Angel is a name. And that name belongs to my Father's most loyal, and most deadly, operative. And they just received the final order to take care of all loose ends...." ​

Sara paced, predatory, then spoke with a voice that scraped the air. “You don’t know who she is, do you?” Kim tightened her hold on Jane. “Why are you doing this?” “Self-preservation. Evolution. Taking back what was stolen,” Sara said. To Jake: “I’ve had many names. Sabbath. Sabaoth. We were the first—hellhounds. You hunted us. But the girl… she is something else.” She tilted her head at Jane. “Her true name is Angelinka. The hound of light. God’s right hand.”

He took a second look around to observed the burnt and charred, broken earth, then he surmised that it was the 'strange red creature' that set him free. "Thank you for releasing me. My name is Nri Magu, and I'm the God Of War. what may I call you?" even, when this Nri Magu spoke, the sky rumbled and resonated with his voice. Yet, His face was pale, because he was gravely injured and was not at the peak of his powers. In fact, he had been dying slowly. "Hmm... The creature calls himself the 'God Of War,' what an unusual title." The Bloody Red Humanoid figure murmured aloud ignoring the 'God of War's courtesy. And mocked with a sarcastic tone, he obviously didn't take Nri Magu seriously.

And he, Oberon Hunter had a son, whom his mother had named him after the angel, Ruriel. Although originally the name of the angel would be Uriel, but Oberon thought that Rhonda wanted to give him a unique name and therefore had chosen this twist. The Angel of Repentance, unmerciful and the Fire of the Lord. He wondered why she had chosen that name at all. Because he would never name his son anything like that.

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"