Names For Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

“You know what I hate the most? Humans with foul mouths.” Human? Did he just call me a human? What the hell was happening? How the fuck did I wake up in the middle of the streets? Without any injury. Vehicles were passing through me like… like I was invisible. Then there's this guy. He just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as a death angel. My fucking death angel. I don’t even know what a death angel is! “A death angel. Angels who are assigned to collect souls and bring them to after life. And what is after life? It's either heaven or hell,” he answered me.

##### you have left humanity far behind still you are afraid of those lowlifes" a devil addressed this mysterious devil (##### is the mysterious devil's name that will not be shown now). "I am not scared of you though and I can kill you anytime you want" as he said this fear was filled in the room even among the devils, he was feared. They decided to capture humans from an area low populated away from where the angels have easy access like: "The mountains of purity, they have now no hope left". With no time to waste some devils set off on their mission on wings of shadows under the veil of nightfall, flying swiftly towards the mountains of purity where Suzan was heading desperately attemptin

She said, “So you all have both a human name and a demon name?” He asked. “Your father demon's name is Lucifer. Your father is the devil who haunts and moves around like a roaring lion. Your father's human name is Lucian” She said “My mum?” “ Her name is Angel but being brought back to life as a human, her mother named her “Angelica” She answered. Luciano digested all he said and kept processing them in his memory. Madison went into a wardrobe and brought out a long scroll. This paper was used in the olden days.

CASSANDRA'S POV " Dear Satan can you give me a fucking break!!! " My thoughts screamed. He didn't only have a vicious cat named Angel whose name should be something like Lilith because she was a demon or better jinx because my day had been crappy because of her Or better Lucifer the evil cat from Cinderella. Why was I busy naming the angel with appropriate names because that jinx was definitely not an angel.

I chose to remain standing on my spot while he strode towards the teacher’s desk then leaned against it, crossing his bare arms, his bulging muscles looking even bigger. Desperate to keep him distracted from asking me questions I wasn’t allowed to answer to, I found myself asking the one thing that kept popping in my head. “Is your name really Azrael? Or is it a nickname or something?” “Yes, that is really my name,” Came his answer shortly after my question, looking at me rather bored already. “Really? As in ‘the angel of death’ Azrael?” I jokingly asked, unconsciously escaping a small giggle. Noticing how his body suddenly stiffened, accompanied by a deep frown now creasing his beautiful fe

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

I made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.

She was still haunted by seeing her parents killed, now she was being told to kill people for a living? 'Hell no.' she scoffed. She turned and headed for the door. All rational thinking gone. "You don't have a choice." She froze. She looked back over her shoulder. "Oh?" She scoffed. "And why is that?" Cassian slipped both hands into his trouser pockets. "Because your father's debt still exists.You asked how you'd repay it." His black eyes met hers. "This..." he gestured around the training room. "...is how."

Prince Xander lifted his face and looked at Tristan who was lying down. "Angel of death, I want to ask you. Why have you come to fetch the soul of this lying man?" The prince asked the grim reaper who was still bowing before him. "His soul is already weak and can no longer save his body. I have come to help hasten his death so that he does not suffer anymore," replied the grim reaper. "The angel of death, did he tell you that he wanted to die soon? Or did he ask you to hasten his death?" Prince Xander asked. "God of life, I'm just a servant who was ordered by the god of death to do this. No one can change his decision except you, god of life," replied the angel of death. "But I am not the go

But reverse is the case for me,because I was the youngest of all the angels and believe me, I am also the cutest of them, mother Creator always have me in her bossom, and when it was time for me to join a department, mother Creator was against it, she insisted that I should be left alone, and do anything I wish to do. When I clocked a millennium, the Supreme chased me away from mother creator bossom, the Supreme is a jealous type and when He sees that I was the only one mother Creator was devoting all her time into, he used the excused that I’m now of age to be free from mother Creator’s bossom. Tho all the angels still refer to me as the little one, i doubt if they even remember my real nam