Watcher Angels Names Novels & Stories

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

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

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

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.

Do they want our souls too? 'The Angels have no need for the souls of the maledicti , Casey. I told you, they think you're an abomination. They just want to destroy you to stop the demons from finding you first. Every soul consumed makes a demon stronger and the last thing the Angels want is for the demons to gain power, so they send the Watchers out to find the cursed before the demons do. But something's going on. Something big. There's been an unusually high level of Angel activity. They've tripled, quadrupled the number of Watchers out there and I'm talking on levels that are practically unheard of. I was asked to go along, check things out, see if I could spot the maledicti they were al

“I promise, now tell me.” “My name is Michael, and I really am the principal of Prophet’s Point Elementary School. But I also have another job. I was sent here six years ago by the company I work for, Brethren Security and Investigations. There was intelligence gathered alluding to some kind of disturbance here, but nothing specific about who it involved. I’ve been on alert ever since. I am one of the Protectors of the Good. I am an angel, an immortal.”

"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.

As Angel turned to leave, Chris, still reeling from his vision, reached out and grabbed his hand. “Wait,” Chris’s voice was almost a whisper, desperate, his grip firm. “Please… take off your mask. I need to see the face of the man who saved me.” Angel hesitated, a long sigh escaping his lips. But finally, he reached up and removed the mask slowly, his face emerging from behind its dark shadows. “My name isn’t Angel,” he said quietly. “It’s Aiden. Aiden Gorbachev.”

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.