The Name Of The Angels Novels & Stories

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

Christian asked. “Yes, a nickname.” Christian closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts while I waited for his suggestion. “How about poopy or mega mind?” I should’ve known he would pull a childish stunt as always. That was, unfortunately, who he was. “Stop it. I mean a serious one.” I spoke as I rolled my eyes at him. Christian gave me a nod and was once again lost in his thoughts. “How about Angel?” “Angel? I like Angel.” I laughed. Angel was cute, and I could live with that. “Angelica, that was your real name.” Christian reminded me.

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

"What do you want Angelo Angels" asked the other male in a monotonous tone, his cheeks was grim, the angelic sexy male was surprised before he smiled "I guess you really remembered everything and even everything that your ancestors knew about the household, yes our real surname is not Alessandro but Angels, Alessandro was my ancestor and the first ruler to come out from his throne and started this plan of ours, he is the first and seeing that it's a better name to take to hide more from... some prying eyes we took it so basically it's also our name" he smiled as he explained.

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.

I was getting this weird sense of déjà vu. Angandriel squatted low then launched into the air. White feathered wings burst from his back. I wasn't even shocked. Maybe I was just getting used to all the weird stuff that kept happening. He pumped them up and down until we gained so much height that I couldn't see the house below. "So, you're my guardian Angel?" He remained silent as he flew. "I take that as a yes. And your name is Angand.... Angleand, Angie?" "Angandriel," He stated.

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

"But what I don't understand is, why would Angela tell him her name was Kristina?" ***** Bloom M.

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.