Elvish Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

He caught it with his thumb, brushing it away, then kissed her softly, slowly, as if sealing the vow in her skin. “I love you, Velari,” he murmured. She tucked her head under his chin, her heart a thunderstorm in her chest. After a moment, her voice was shy, almost childlike. “What does that mean? Velari. You call me it all the time, but… I never asked.” His chest shook with a chuckle. “I was wondering when you’d finally ask.” “Well?” she pressed, nervous. “I thought maybe it meant outsider, or human. Like, like a muggle in Harry Potter.”

Offend her people or threaten her place, and that gentle river becomes a flash flood. Elanil, Elf Princess of Elarithwood — Old as twilight on ancient oaks, Elanil glides through the palace clad in moon-thread gowns, her golden eyes reflecting centuries of elven patience. She speaks in riddles that seem harmless until the answers topple kingdoms. Time itself appears to bend politely around her, and younger concubines sometimes forget to breathe when she turns her gaze upon them.

I no longer want to be left alone with Averi. And did I really see it right? Was he going to kiss me while I am asleep or I am just assuming things? "Eli—" I turn to face him, both my stance and the emotion on my face screams frustration. "It's Elide. Call me by my name, Averi. It's Elide. Elide Fenriz. Princess Elide of Fenrys." "I'll call you how I want too. You introduce yourself to me as Eli and my eyes will continue to see you the same way that night."

"What did you say she was again?" He grinned at her as he turned to his side, his arm bent and his hand under the side of his head. "An ellyll." He shrugged. "It's some sort of faerie, that's all I know. Oh, and that she's sensitive about her size. Whatever you do, don't call her a little angel. She hates that." Renny giggled. "She hates it or just hates you saying it?" "There's a difference?" Renny leaned over and kissed him softly, "Goodnight, brat," she said as she laid back and closed her eyes.

I asked quietly. Now, everything made sense already. "Let's use each other, child." "Child? Why don't we start calling each other by each endearment? We can call each other "baby". Isn’t it cute? I already have a baby inside my tummy and now, I have an adult baby." I stifled a laugh. Why did it sound funny? I doubted if Alpha Percival would accept it. The corner of his lips lifted. "Baby. Why is that?"

"You make me feel old. It's Elara." "I'll address you that way when you reciprocate," I replied, referencing my father's habit of using our full names. Elara had always been amused by it. He called us by our full names, never shortening them. Caspian Thane Orion Ragnar. Asher Grey Wulf Ragnar. Malachi Kael Darko Ragnar. Neither my brothers nor I enjoyed it, but we couldn't change his ways. It started as a tease, and now it had seemingly become a habit for Elara as well.

“You are welcome darling daughter, Now in accordance to our earlier topic of discussion, I still believe being the daughter of a king warrants you more when it comes to life. I sighed as I rested on this seat, this will be another long period before I could return to my mate. **************************** “Hello you are back lovely.” Cirdan stated and when I grimaced at the name he nodded. “Lovely is out of running then.” He had made it his mission to find me a pet name that I will love and answer to unconsciously when he saw how easy I was with Finn, he was jealous he needs some time to calm down. This I know but he still hasn’t calmed down even days later.

Why she keeps calling me some dessert. 'Don't pretend as if you don't like it' Rex growled. I scratched my brows with back of my thumb. 'Ya but there are so many other endearments like Love...Honey...sweetheart... umm.... Darling..' 'Daddy....' Rex coaxed in 'Dadd...ya..Whatever' I said blushing, thought of Jia calling me Daddy, made me twitch down south. "What made you blush Warrior Kent" I heard George say with a smirk on his face

replied Elf who was collecting mushrooms casually. "WHAT?" "And as the wife of our Leader, of course, we have to call you Madame, as a form of respect," snatched another Elf. "I'm not married to Wiggy!" Lillian argued. The Elves stopped their activities for the sake of exchanging glances. After that, they shrugged. "That means not yet ...." "Not yet? What are you talking about?"

I see him raise his eyebrows and then he smirks slightly. “What that he’s growling?” I reply to her question “he is jealous mi amor, that his mate is hugging another male, an unmated one at that. “ I chuckle. “No silly, I know that. It’s funny. I meant the Spanish…” “Ah mi amor is simply my love, mi cielo it depends who you ask, it could be my darling or my sky or my heaven, they are just names used for people you care for Lilah, I am allowed to care for you, no?” I ask.