Names With Angel Wings Novels & Stories

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.”

"Oh! Of course! I figured Isabelle took Cole's name because he is her mate." "Yes, it was only logical." Nadia knew there was no way Angel would want to use her surname. Even she wasn’t so thrilled with the name mostly associated with exploitation, organised crime and deaths of innocent people, and Weres. "Angel Xavier or Angel X sounds badass," Nadia teased. Angel chuckled. "It is still in consideration but I think the others have made up their minds. We just need to let Xavier know." "He will feel so honoured." "If he agrees," Angel said, grinning.

Erebus exclaimed -- the rubbing was way worse than the cutting because all the sensitive flesh was in pain as her rough cloth tear them further apart. "Still itchy?" Uranus burst into laughter when Erebus exclaimed in pain. "Only a little." Erebus took a long breath before he answered, "Like I said." "Good boy..." Uranus didn't mind him talking back to her cause she knew it worked on him, "Could you believe? Once I made a wizard cry, giving him the angel wings." "Angel wings..." Erebus mumbled, "Interesting name..." "Beg me and I'll leave it here." Uranus hugged Erebus by his abdomen; her lips licking through the flesh wings she just made on his back.

“You already knew that didnt you?” “I never had confirmation, but the resemblance was undeniable. But the thing that really confirmed it for me was seeing you black wings. Only demons have black wings. Angels have white wings. I was curious what color yours would be. Mine were black, I assumed it was because I had chosen sides immediately but I wasn't sure about you. I thought maybe they would be some shade of gray.” He answered honestly.

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

my father spoke this time. “After we adopted Ava’s daughter, we named her Angel. This was the name Ava gave to her before she took her last breath. We honored her wish and named her daughter Angel. The people who destroyed the White Moon Shadow Pack were searching for Angel and Ava like hungry vultures.” He paused and took a deep breath.

"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.”

I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky. Angel is dressed as an Angel, I know, very cliche but at least it's a dark angel, it's black wings are not too spreaded and thank luck because she'd be hitting people with them. She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume.

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with