Name With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

Amber POV. "Thanks, thanks," I repeat leaving the doctor's office and going toward my room, I placed the baby angel on the bed, making sure to set the wings underneath her not to hurt her. I took one of the books that I have brought as well, it's titled "Little angels," it's meant to talk about the angels who are classified as littles.

She’s my everything, my angel, my little bird, my pretty girl. A bird that I want to cage and keep for myself, this is the only thing I know. She isn’t a photo to be shared, or a movie to been by others. She is an opulence, only I can have. I was scared of taking her name by my tainted mouth, fearing I’d ruin her… but the way I find myself, I guess it’s me who is ruined. ‘Angel’ was something my mother used to call me, she told me we give nicknames to those who we love and I believe I am in love with Grace Rue, so she is my angel.

A smooth rich voice cut through the silence. “Do you truly not know who he is? Or are you just choosing to be willfully ignorant?” I looked up, and a few feet above us an angel hovered. Not a Nephilim, or a half-breed; but a full blooded angel. No wonder they were scared, Nephilim were strong but they were nothing against an original. His deep purple wings were spread wide, slowly beating the air with fluid motions. His hair, the color of midnight, hung in a thick fall around his shoulders. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, with lips twisted up into a sneer he was imposing; power radiating off of him in waves. One eyebrow arched when he didn’t receive an answer and instead the Nephil

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

The sound of wings flapping from above draws my eyes up as I follow the shape of something black and mammoth as it lands only feet away from Dominic and me. I blink several times, pushing the hair from my eyes, as Archangel Michael stands before us, grandiose and stunning. I can't help but stare at his massive, black wings in awe, folding together behind him in glistening highlights of blue. A glow of white and yellow auras outlines his extensive frame as he respectfully nods in the direction of the Seraph Council before returning his attention to us.

"But since you gave me a compliment, I'll take it." I snatched the piece of paper from his fingers playfully, but then I saw that it really had my name on it. But it was not what you would expect at the very moment. I was surprised like someone had pulled the rug from beneath my feet. Good thing I was already safely seated on a metallic chair. It said, “An angel from the clashing winds above a tide, with folded wings waiting to fly in those unabated skies.”

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

His clone, a much older version of him just got back from talking to the lady and has reported everything he wanted to know. "So she chose the hero after all," he giggled. "This will make me happy!" he yells, turning upside down, good thing he has got wings. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to call your self Ni-se-mo-no! The angel who has got the loneliest eyes she has ever seen!" He sang and then laughs wickedly, announcing the wind of what is on his mind.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

We can't see much inside yet though. "None of you have noticed the name!" She pouts and I look at it. What about the name? "It's perfect Princess, each one word begins with one of our names," Chase smiles and wraps his arms around her. I look and realise. Just, for Jax, Dream for Dhalia, Book for Blake, and Corner for Chase. She's fucking amazing. I stand smiling staring at the sign. "I agree, it's perfect Angel," leaning forward I kiss her.