Novel & Cerita The Name Of The Angels

Probably if they're not in heaven, I guess. You’re kind of getting off track here, Zachary. "Wait, how did you know that my full name is Zachary?" His voice held curiosity. I guessed. Nice name, by the way. "Why thank you, Dawnery." That's not my name. "Whatever you say, Dawnery." I could almost hear the smug tone in his voice. I never thought angels would be this annoying. He's lucky I can't move or I would've...plucked his feathers out? I guess?

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

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.

He can feel his blood pressure rising—if he had some blood left. Then, in a low, firm voice, he asked: “What’s your name, boy?” Angel looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He hadn't expected that question. “Wha—uh—Angel. Sir. Angel Dolci.” The Don closed his eyes as if summoning a distant memory. “Dolci.. Angel Dolci.. Where have I heard that name, hmmm..” His old gray eyes opened and landed on Angel again. “What did your parents do?”

I nodded, absorbing all the information he was giving me. "So what about half angels?" "They're called Nephilim, and frankly, they're annoying creatures. They watch over the different creatures to prevent power struggles and wars, but they think they're all high and mighty because they have angel blood." "Do angels like creatures like that?" I asked and he nodded. "The Angels think of them as their 'disciples,' so they are. Besides, they have been given the role of protecting living beings." "So where were they when you were attacked that night?" I asked, curious because it seemed that there was no one there to protect Cole the night he was attacked. There should have been beings like the Ne

Melonie ran after him, “Can I at least know your name?” The Angel turned back with a smile, “Gabriel.”

Angel POV. It is me, Angel, well now I'm known as Elizabeth Piper, my daddies call me Elizabeth, and sometimes Ellie, or Bethy, or angel, they still call me angel, they say I'm their angel. It's been three hundred years already, and I'm still working with papa Logan, I never wanted to sit home and not work, I don't do well being a stay-at-home princess, I'm better working.

“He is reading your aura, and it’s a match. You two are meant to be. He recognizes your kindness, Emma, and he's willing to serve you and your family." Reed scowls, folding his arms across his chest. "I am not happy about this," he grumbles. I arch an eyebrow at my mate. “Jealous that I’m making a tall, beautiful angel my servant?” "I'm not jealous..." "Really?" I tease. Reed pouts, and I giggle at how childish he is before turning back to the angel, who tilts his head at me. "What's your name?” The angel grimaces, and Angora laughs. “He can’t speak through the glass,” she explains. “And he doesn’t have a name. Not anymore. You will have to give him a new one to form a contract.”

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

he replied "What is your name again?" she asked "Peter Schmidt,' he replied "Peter," she called his name looking at him from head to toe. A memory of him taking a shower came to mind and she shut her eyes trying to block out the image. "My son, Ethan is asleep. So leave," she said "Yes ma'am," Andrews replied but before he could make a move, he heard Ethan's voice. "Peter," he called out "Good, you are here. Good morning," Ethan greeted walking past his mother after kissing her good morning.