Elvish Terms Of Endearment Novels & Stories

“What have you named her in this lifetime?” “I have to name her, but doesn’t she already have a name?” I ask quizzically as I pull my hands back and place them on my thighs. “Oh, my little wolf.” He says giving me such a loving look as he leans forward giving me the sweetest softest kiss ever. Pulling away just a little, still feeling his lips ghost over mine. “We have had many different names. Eli’s favorite story from when he was little was about the King of Dragons. That is how my name came to be Aragorn.” He says as I sigh against his lips. “But your mother said something about a prophecy and knew the name Aragorn.” I whisper out leaning forward closing the distance between us. Deepening

She was clearly irritated by what she had said earlier. "Isn't it a term of endearment? Proof that of all the women I know, you're the only one who's different and daring enough to call me 'Uncle.' What else would you call it if not a term of endearment?" "Oh, come on, it's over the top! That's not how it works. So, what are you doing here?"

"So satisfied. Always satisfied. Thank you, my love." "It's been a while since you called me that." "I am sorry, I don't mean to bully you!" "No, for some reason, I feel more comfortable when you call me that." Sebastian blinked, "Really? You're not angry? Aren't you usually mad when I use those endearing terms?" "Once upon a time, yes, but now I just feel more at ease. In fact, I'm uncomfortable when you call me by sweet names." "For example?" "Like dear, darling, honey, my wife, wifey, sexy, and so on."

"And when we're together, there's no such thing as titles. I am your lover and you are mine. That's all there is to it." He traced Prince Ron's soft cheek with a finger, staring into his bright emerald eyes. "So it would be better if you start calling me by my name or better yet, a term of endearment. For example, love, sweetheart, honey, darling or any other name you can come up with." Prince Ron was very much surprised. He had never thought his beloved saw them this way. Lovers.... He liked it. He smiled, moving even closer. "How about I call you all of those terms? It doesn't have to be just one."

Sephie says feeling extremely content that Mauve appreciates her food. "This dish is called Elladera back home. Good thing you get the first taste from Astral, her cooking never disappoints." Nicholas praises Sephie while trying to get a reaction from Mauve. He knows she is still uneasy with what happened earlier and just wanted to see how far she will last. "Elina Eliot." Sephie politely responds. "What does Elina mean?" Mauve raises her head and asks Sephie. "It's how we express our gratitude in Elite. Elina means thank you." Nicholas explains still trying to have a conversation with Mauve.

Luveas leaned forward and whispered, "Very important because, at a single command from me, I can have someone killed without having to lift my hand." Amethyst leaned back. "You sound so evil..." Luveas stayed mum. "What?" "Never mind that," she brushed it aside. "So, what are you since you have such power?" "I am someone who holds Luthien," answered Luveas. "A conqueror?" guessed Amethyst. "Is that the only word you know about someone who holds power to rule over a kingdom?" Luveas sounded sour. Amethyst scratched her chin. "Well, in Ancea, we have no higher position than High Eldars. So, words that describe someone of power are limited in our language. We have no time to study other languag

Seraph brought a hand up and caressed her cheek. "What does malieńki mean? You have called me it a couple of times today," Esper asked as she leaned into his touch. "It is a term of endearment from my home country. One day I will tell you what it means," Seraph replied. Esper playfully pouted, not satisfied with the answer she received. "One day soon, I promise," he added. "Okay," the young woman sighed in defeat, making Seraph chuckle. "You are so cute when you pout. I could eat you up." He started tickling her sides, keeping her trapped against him.

“Seriously, baby. You think too much.” Jester had noticed that Alisa had a habit of using endearments like ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ when talking to her friends and family. He may never admit it, but being called ‘baby’ didn’t bother him like he thought it would. “Yes, well, it doesn’t hurt to be careful,” he said.

He ran it through his head a few times. Elissa. Still an elven name, but it feels less alien. I think I like it. He chuckled at her description of the big cat. "That sound adorable. And obnoxious. I'd probably threaten to make a rug out of her if it happened too often." He pursed his lips. "I wouldn't actually do it, of course, just threaten it occasionally."

I added. "But why would you call your wife a hatchling?" he asked in confusion. Hearing his words, Macan and I burst out laughing, realizing his point. "Sorry, bro. I didn't know why either," Macan replied, trying to calm himself as he briefly explained, "It's just a custom there to use some endearing words to call your lover or partner," while helping me dress up. "There are also other terms you can use, like honey, darling, sweet cake, and more," I added.