Novel & Cerita The Name Of The Angels

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

The creatures of the Ambivalent world believed the circle of life and with this – it helped them move on quite easily. The creatures around the Turning their heads, the beings with light colored hairs paired with their white and silver garbs adorned with golden linens and jeweled buttons strode towards the center of the meadow where the Methuselah tree was located. Leading the troop of angels who were clad on their knightly uniforms was a woman who was being guided the guardian angel Gabriel the Faithful.

Angelica’s words helped everyone here greatly. Of course, she was also helping herself. “Sweetheart, what’s your name? Where did you come from?” One of the old mid-Sovereign Rankers asked. “Old Sir, my name is Angelica Dolce and I’m from the Heavenly Sect,” Angelica answered. “The Heavenly Sect? You mean the one from West Sand Galaxy?” The old man pondered and asked. “Yes! Do you know about the Heavenly Sect?” “Of course! I passed by that place and heard about you people.”

When Koda and Layla left, we walked them outside and Layla introduced us to the two angels who would be watching over our house. Kemuel and Ramiel are both very handsome angels, and they look like fierce warriors. I’m glad to have them guarding the house. Now I don’t have to sleep with one eye open.

Hyperion asked, “What was the angel’s name?” Nathan revealed the angel's name as Cael and wanted to know, “Why is that something important? The angel’s name?” Hyperion grumbled, “Yes, if certain angels are aligning themselves with a certain god of the sky, I may be able to figure out what he is up to.” Kane clearly understood where Hyperion was going with his line of thought. “Would explain some of the problems Zeus has been having with the ranking angels”, Kane reasoned.

feeling unsure and not really wanting to give her secret to other people, especially this newly formed family of unknown heroes. “What do you mean by special?” asked Brooke, as she touched Jane on the shoulder to console her. “When needed, I change,” Jane whispered. “What do you mean by ‘change?’ Like those things out there?” asked Gabe. Well, yes and no.” Jane took a deep breath and set them down. “Angelinka is a name I was called in the old language.” “What is Angelinka?” Scott asked. “Angelinka is old testament, a hound of god. And she is used when things need stopping,” Jane said. “And only then do I use her.”

They sat round the table, eating and talking. “Why does he call you angel?” Luka asked Ava. Ava smiled at the question. “Yes, Zane. Why do you call me that?” Ava asked. She loved his pet name for her and she loved he had used it from the moment they met. “Because she looks and acts like an angel,” Zane said. “It’s a good nickname,” Luka decided. “I agree,” Ava said. When they were all done, Ava put the bowls and spoon in the dishwasher as Zane scooped Luka up in his arms. Luka yawned and rubbed his eyes.

Then shakily I let his name slip out of my mouth. "Angel."

Angel’s POV Following a great morning glory with my husband, he invited me to sit with him at breakfast. Dr Warner or whoever her name was, didn't seem to have that much of a problem. Although, there was one insect hovering over Ace throughout. I didn't get her name, and frankly I didn't even care. My mind was on something else. Once breakfast was done, Ace and I sat in the car. “Angel,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “I’ve been meaning to call Jeremy.”

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"