Female Angel Names Novels & Stories

No one, but those who had grown up with her believed it was natural, everyone assumed she’d had it dyed that color. She’d grown up hard, after all even here being the daughter of a doped out sloshed woman you either stood up for yourself or you got run over. She’d often wondered why her mother had named her Angelique Denae McDaniel’s. To her it had been an odd name, so everyone who knew her called her Angel for short. But, according to the letter she’d read that had given her so called mother custody that had been a requirement. She had to be named as she was, or Serena would violate whatever arrangement she had with Angel’s biological mother.

Amber nodded "Yes ma'am I will do my best. Angel stared at Eve angrily "Oh come on.....I could totally do that!" Eve looked at Angel with a surprised expression "You're still here?" Angel pouted and left the tent. She'll show them! she will do her mission so well they will be begging her to stop! "And as for you Anna, code name Spark?....why Spark?" Anna smiled at Eve's question "Because that is the nickname Ms Kim gave to me and also, because I am special Eve" Eve nodded satisfied with her answer.

In the next moment, she heard Reebah turning to greet the newcomers. “Hey, Lara, Tanny, Britney.” Angel’s stomach clenched harder with each name she spoke and her heart began to race, realizing she was basically cornered by the women she’d come inside to avoid. Why did I have to get distracted by Reebah? Angel asked herself. If only she’d come in, taken a breather, and headed back out again, she might not be stuck in this damn situation now. “Hey, Ree,” Lara replied in a sickly-sweet voice that was as sly as it was cutesy. Angel’s throat constricted. Up until a few years ago, she had been the only one to call Reebah that.

She gave me a cheeky wave and I waved back lightly. I hid myself before the woman could swivel her head to look at me. "Who are you talking about?" The woman asked. "An angel. She was right there mommy, she even waved at me." Alexis explained. "There's no one there, Alexis. You're just giving me excuses so that I can let you play in the rain. Not happening!" The lady muttered immaculately and I heard the little one huff loudly. "But mommy I really saw a beautiful angel..." Her voice trailed off. Beautiful angel huh? I'm no where close to being an angel and I will never be. With the amount of hatred that I have in my heart I don't think I deserve to be called an angel.

I have no idea where Xander is taking me, but I’ll pretty much go anywhere if it means talking to Meadow. However, when we show up at his parents’ house, I nearly make a run for it. I’ve already had to face Xander, his brother, the current Alpha, and his sister. Now, I’m going to meet one of the original Guardians and one of the strongest Alphas that has ever lived? Yeah, not high on my to-do list. Xander’s mother’s name suits her, Angel. She has long, straight white-blond hair. She’s short, shorter than me, making her nearly a foot shorter than Xander, with grey eyes. She has a kind face and shrewd eyes.

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”

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

I was barely handling my own. Reaching out once more this time to the seven unbonded angels. They stood in front of the training ground at attention. The first angel was blonde hair falling in waves to her small, slender shoulders. With those big wide enchanting lavender eyes would be so easy to get lost in. She couldn't hide her predatory gaze... Her eyes were such a contradiction to the rest of her more feminine features. A small upturned nose with soft pink plush lips, her lower lip fuller than her top perfect for sucking and biting on. Her petite frame and apple breast. She could easily pass for a sprite if it weren't for her angelic Lavender and grey wings dusted with white angel dust.

“Angioletto, enough!” I chuckle. “He marries her secretly. And soon after, they have a daughter. Brielle. Beautiful name for a beautiful little girl.” “Angel, please!” Laughter ripples out of my throat. an Angel, that is who I am. An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side.

I saw Luka cough a bit, did Eric tell him we were fake already? I don't look down at my phone for two minutes and there's already thirty-seven messages. Wow! Laura : Being totally honest, Lee. I know how much you treasure most things and memories so I think our baby should be named Angelo if it's a boy and Angelica if it's a girl or just Angel because that's uni-sex. You know why all the angels because you and Eric (even though I still think he is an arsehole.) you met in Los Angeles and with the name Angelo you will always have a reminder of that. Sorry for the long paragraph. xx