Nombre Ángel Significado の小説・ストーリー

In the olden days, There was a girl who was extremely known for being “unlucky”. She’s a very beautiful young girl who has experienced lots of misfortunes in her life. At that time, God sent a powerful and trustworthy Archangel down to the earth. He’s called the “Angel of God” also known as “Help from God” who lived in a disguise on earth. It is a name that he only uses as a disguise on this land. God entrusted him to protect the people of the land and the souls of the dead in the hands of evil. He was the guardian of the souls in the land of the dead and the land of the living.

Full of wonder. "Madonna. After your fine girlie." Grayson replied. Ayven laughed. And cried at the same time. Tears streaming down his face even as he smiled. He had another sister. Another person to protect. Another person to love. He turned to Angel. Studied her for a moment. "I gave you a middle name, right? Angel Mia Cross." "Yup. And I love it so much. I never had a middle name before." Angel beamed. "Then her full name should be Madonna Silvia Cross." Ayven said it with authority. Final. Decided.

All things that happened to me those days that I lost him instantly flashed back into my mind. "Hi, Baby Angelo..." "So, that's his name." I instantly turned to the person who just spoke and saw that it was Nicholas standing behind me. He was just watching me all this time. I smiled at him and nodded, "Yes, I named him Angelo because even though I experienced worst things during the time that I chose to fight for him, I still consider him a blessing in my life. That's why Angelo. He's an angel and I know he's watching over me up there," I replied and looked to the sky.

“I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer. “Dante Adriano Sol Di Angelo.” He uttered his name slowly. He was stroking his fingers while describing its meanings. “These two are angel wings. Di Angelo. My uncle used to call me Sol. He said the nickname suited me since I will be the head of the family in the future. It means sun. I assume you know how the sun works in the universe.” He jokes.

I don’t even understand how I was able to lift whatever it was that suppressed Damien's ability to find his mate. Alina: ‘I think that is easier to explain than you think. Your name means Divine Warrior. Your last name is Ingel, which means, angel. Together our name means Divine Warrior Angel of Light. You my dear, cleanse away the darkness. If darkness touches a person in any way, you will be able to heal them or in the case of the demon cleanse it from them with your fire.’ Divina: ‘I didn’t even know what I was doing. It happend without me intending for it to.’

I almost groan aloud. Monroe knows about my hair fetish and probably laughed himself silly over how I would react. I can't kill the man if she loves him, but I can damn sure knock out a few teeth. "Close your eyes." I direct the water to her hair and wash the conditioner away. "Why the name Angel?" I ask. "Hooriya means angel in Arabic. Master likes it."

A single lantern sat on the desk. Another man was waiting there. He didn’t look like a rogue. He was dressed in clean, dark clothes. He had cold, calm eyes. He looked at me like I was something he couldn't quite figure out. “Sit, Luna Peniel,” he said. I didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “You can call me the Angel ,” he said. “I work for someone who is very interested in you.” My blood went cold. Henry. He was the only one I knew right now who could do this.

My breath got hitch as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "What's your name beautiful?" He whispered as he caressed my arms all the way down to my wrist with the back of his hand making me shiver like crazy. "Angel." I answered nervously. "Angel, what an innocent name" The light was illuminating him so it make him looking more sexy. I gulped nervously. "What are you doing at the 2nd floor Angel? Do you know that the 2nd floor is a devil's lair?" He asked and I literally can’t take off my eyes from him.

Another minute and I might fall victim to his charm. "I suppose you have a point," the angel murmurs and turns around to grin at me; the sight freezes me on the spot. His beauty is effortless and imbued with magic—I can't peel my eyes away from him. I dumbly stare at him, up at his impressive form; he is darkly handsome, like a painting. "My name is Azrael, and I owe you my life, little vampire." I'm released from his enchantment when he looks away, finally able to feel oxygen return to my lungs. I've heard of an angel named Azrael, but I can't remember from where.

Her guardian angel said. “oh my goodness. Just when I needed you. How did you know I was here?” “Are you seriously asking me that?” the woman joked. Elena burst into laughter. “well, not exactly ma’am. By the way, I need to know your name. I need to know what to call you.” Elena said. “you can call me Angie.” Her guardian angel replied. “Angie? Is that your real name?” Elena queried with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, dear. It is. Now back to you. What have you been up to?”