Romans & histoires Angelic Names

Literally. The sound of him clearing his throat brought me back to reality. "If you are done checking me out, you might as well answer my question," he said with a smug smile making me blush profusely. "I have to go to work Theo," I said staring at the wall behind him to avoid looking at his face. "First of all my name is Theodore not Theo and you are not going anywhere. Doctor's orders," he said sternly. "I don't have a choice unlike you Theo," I said using the name he said he didn't like.

I watched his finger moving in circles on the surface of the polished metal table top. "I know, I'm not worthy, besides there have been many young bucks sniffing around intent on courting her. Even an angel came knocking at my door," he said with wide eyes as if still in shock about it. I grinned as Salgos told me about the angel that had taken an interest in Cyra. Apparently he had come when Lucifer was busy with us in the human realm. "He's an attractive man, shoulder length black wavy hair and blue, blue eyes. He has black feather wings. His name was Seraph and he's the son of Abaddon." I gasped softly and swallowed uncomfortably not realizing he had another son besides Ronin.

There were an Angel Arin was just listened them and said I wanted to go on the earth. The God saw this and said to the Arin that okay you can go there.But one condition. Never tell anyone that you're an angel and never use your power to to save any human life cause if you do that you will be punished with die. Arin accepted this and goes out to the earth. On This time in the earth the the king Henry was rules the whole Britain. He was the most powerful king in this time. He had a beautiful daughter which name was isla. Everybody in the kingdom called her the Goddess of beauty.

I didn't know how Airen would feel about my nickname or the reputation that earned me that nickname. "It's just a little nickname I picked up. In Europe and South America, I just go by Angele de Mureto." I explained, hoping she wouldn't be too upset with it. Airen looked at me with wide eyes. "And whyyyyy exactly are you called The Angel of Death?"

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

They are usually servants to higher-ranking demons, similar to an omega. God/goddess realm or ”Heavens” Gods/goddesses-Reference Greek mythology for any who are discussed Angels-any citizen in the Heavens that is not a God or Goddess. They are also immortal and wield white magic. Aside from white magic, their abilities include healing, communication through touch, aura reading (similar to mind reading but unable to hear specific thoughts), control over all the elements except fire, and telekinesis. High Guard-they directly protect the Gods and Goddesses, therefore, they are highly respected. There are 5: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Jeremiel.

Melonie ran after him, “Can I at least know your name?” The Angel turned back with a smile, “Gabriel.”

"Yet even that level of power should have been more than enough to destroy a body like yours... Under normal circumstances, your flesh should have been torn apart. Your bones should have been shattered beyond repair." Then his eyes sharpened. "But you..." The old man studied me even more intensely. "No matter how many times he crushed you..." His voice lowered. "No matter how many times he struck you down and tried to break your body... Even now, you stand before me with your back perfectly straight." His eyes swept over my body once more. "And from what I can see, not a single bone in your body has been broken. So... Tell me your full name." “Angelicca.”

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app