Name With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the couch. "What did you do to him then?" He asked. "It appears I have not been clear with you. I do not know anybody with that name." "What? You questioned me about him yesterday." She straightened up and looked at him. He was obviously confused and thrown off by her words. "I questioned you about Nicholas Wright, not Nick." He scoffed at her and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He snarled and kicked the vase off the table and it shattered against the floor.

“This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?” “Yes, a pair of Angel wings, in memory of my dad.” That is such a wonderful sentiment and exactly what I have come to expect from her in the short time I have known her. I smile and she returns it with one of her own. “May I see?” “Uhm, sure.” She seems hesitant but before I can say otherwise, she turns her back to me and fully lifts her shirt up to the nape of her neck, keeping the front pulled down but exposing her entire back to me and what I see takes my breath away.

Chapter 93 - Epilogue. It has been quite the month of blessings. On my part for being given yet another opportunity to converse with probably my favorite family in Hollywood. A blessing on their part for safely bringing two Angels into this world. Speaking of Angel's, Heaven and Nevaeh Levetté are their given names. Yes, Nevaeh is Heaven backwards. Pronounced neh-veh-ah bet you weren't expecting that one now were you? We took to Wikipedia to get a more profound meaning—

I whisper back. A man materializes next to me. No, not a man, an angel. His white wings folded neatly behind his back. He looks bored and annoyed that he is here, like he had better things to be doing. His eyes focus on me and says, “My name’s Archangel Gabriel and I have a message for you. Your choices determine how your life turns out. Choose wisely. You already lost this version when you rejected your mate.”

Angel’s POV Following a great morning glory with my husband, he invited me to sit with him at breakfast. Dr Warner or whoever her name was, didn't seem to have that much of a problem. Although, there was one insect hovering over Ace throughout. I didn't get her name, and frankly I didn't even care. My mind was on something else. Once breakfast was done, Ace and I sat in the car. “Angel,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “I’ve been meaning to call Jeremy.”

Selene The angel stepped down from the stone and walked towards me with pause. At another moment, that movement would have been a danger to me and would have put me on my guard; however, I was mesmerized. I could not stop seeing how majestic his wings were. Wings seemed to be something so incredible. When he was in front of me, I unconsciously reached out my hand for his wings. “I wouldn't do that if I were you,” the angel said, and as a reflex I pulled back. “Unless you want to burn to death in a second, I don't recommend touching an angel's wings.”

The shelves were taller than I expected, filled with books bound in everything from simple cloth to elaborate enchanted leather. It took a few minutes of searching before I found what I needed. Angelic Physiology. The Structure of Celestial Wings. Flight Mechanics of Winged Species. I carried a small stack of books to a nearby table and sat down. The first thing I learned was that angel wings were far more complicated than I had imagined. They weren’t just decorative. They were an extension of magical energy and muscle structure, supported by a secondary skeletal frame that anchored along the spine. Which explained why my back had felt like it was on fire the first time they appeared.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

His eyes were the deepest shade of green and they were staring right at me. I don't know how I haven't passed out yet. "Hello there, gorgeous. My name is Azza but Xander calls me Az." He smirked when Alexander shot him a glare. He seemed to have a thick accent and I couldn't tell where it was from. Probably hell. Unironically. He extended his hand for me to shake. "What are you?" I asked him while looking at his black wings with awe. Is he a fallen angel like Alexander? I shook his hand for some weird reason, probably the alcohol.

"The one for sibling grief. We should name it. Not after Angela. She's already the heart of this place. We should name it after him." I stared at him, stunned. "After Lanc?" He nodded. "Not the 'Lanc Arcony Wing.' That would be... wrong. But his full name. The one hardly anyone knew. The one on his birth certificate." "Lancelot," I whispered. The name felt foreign on my tongue, a relic from a time before the bitterness. "The Lancelot Gonzalez Wing," LJ said firmly. "A place for brothers and sisters who are lost, just like he was. A place to find their way. It makes the story whole, Mom. The good and the bad. It doesn't hide from any of it."