Elvish Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

Because calling Rael by his name aloud suddenly feels like stepping over a line I’m not sure I’m allowed to cross. “I…” I swallow, trying to gather myself. “Things between us are… complicated.” Elise raises a brow, unimpressed for an eight-year-old. “Complicated like when Mom says she’s not mad but she really is?” I snort. “Something like that.” She studies me for a long moment, then says simply, “Alright. But you should still call him Rael. It makes him feel warm.” I blink. “Warm?” She nods. “Yeah. When people say his name nicely, his mind gets all golden and soft. When people say ‘Your Majesty,’ it gets tight. Like he’s holding his breath.”

"I think we should have an endearment." "Huh? What endearment are you saying?" "Like, my love or babe. I don't want you to just call me by name." She heaved a sigh and thought for a while before speaking again. "How about, Bubby?" "Bubby?" "Yeah. I think it's sounds cute. It's like, babe and baby in the same word. What do you think?" I nodded my head. "Alright then, let's have that as our endearment."

Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah) Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger

I tell him as I say the spell to mark a Beloved. When he begins to grunt I place a kiss on his neck below his ear. “Oh fuck,” he says as he shakes and I feel the rush inside of me. “Oh Rakas.” “What does that mean?” I ask as I move slowly to ride out our orgasms. “Dear, honey, it’s a term of endearment my family has not already claimed. I want that to be your nick name. My Rakas,” He smiles at me and we kiss. “Your mark is beautiful.”

Velvet, noticing her, asked, “Do you not like it? You can call me Elves if you want. I just thought since we are friends, we should have special names we call ourselves by.” “I…like it,” she said, but Velvet wasn’t satisfied. “But your expression says otherwise.” In reality, Julianne didn’t know if she should smile or be angry at Velvet. How could she deceive her even now? It feels like they are both pretending to each other, but then, she has not left her side after the incident. “That’s because I haven’t had anyone call me by a nickname before.” “Oh really? Then I hold a special place in your heart. Aren’t I such a fairy!” she made a puppy eye and spread her arms before moving it like a bi

“Who are you?” Nicholas placed a hand on his chest. “I’m Prince Nicholas.” “Nick-lass?” Panic surged through me. “Oh, no, no, Elva. We address him as ‘Your Royal –’” “It’s okay,” Nicholas said, stopping me. “Nick-lass is fine.” Elva smiled. She reached her arms out to him. “Up, please.” Nicholas leaned down. Elva wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding her close, he lifted her from the bed.

Her lips shone and then Aerin crossed the room. He approached Elara with grace, bowing slightly and making her laugh as she bowed too as custom demanded. I watched her straighten and plastered a wide grin on her face. By the moon goddess, she has no shame. They spoke. I could not hear their first words—but with enough tuning out noises I heard him asked her name. “Elara— Elysia’s friend.” I chugged down the remaining wine in my glass and poured more. Elysia’s friend?

“What should I call this… emperor?” “You call him ‘my lord’, or whatever term of endearment you and he dost share.” Term of endearment? Share? With who? “You speak in strange tongues, my lady.” The woman tilts her head and analyses me from crown to sole. “Hath it anythin’ to do with your experiments?” I’m urged to ask what experiment she means, but that would push me farther from what I really want to know. “Uhm…yeah… yes. I uhm…” I clear my throat, grinning as I let her go before nodding. “Hm.”

she says. “Lils, you were born to be a queen. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t have mated you to the elvish prince if you weren’t. You’ll be amazing, but don’t expect me to call you Your Majesty or something like that. You’ll always be Lils to me,” I tell her. “Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says as we finish eating. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Although, it should not surprise me at this point, if there is something I have learned up until now is that the elven society has a quite peculiar set of rules. The first time I noticed it, was when I turned four and finally could understand their language enough to know that none of the five women taking care of me was my mother. Two of them, Lelyah and Eva, where always referred as “Mother” by the others, like a title, but they never referred to me as their daughter or something even remotely similar. They always called me by my name and never, under any circumstance, hug me, or kissed me or showed me any sign of affection; they were diligent and respectful but I never felt love coming fr