Fantasy Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Loud bangs of thunder heralded the little Prince's arrival and neither were surprised when Merlin appeared. ‘The Prince?’ He took the baby from his mother's arms and walked to the open door of the balcony stepping outside into the maelstrom he held Prince Sebastian high, ‘Born from love Created by magic This world ignites From elements ecstatic A frog enchanted A Princess’s kiss This faery tale ended In love and bliss. The storm disappeared and the moon shone bright Merlin handed the baby back to the couple and smiled at the little family, ‘It’s over.’ He said simply and like all good faery tales they all live happily ever after. The End.

Kaida's unwavering commitment to understanding and respect served as a catalyst, encouraging others to embrace empathy and seek peaceful resolutions. Within the community center, the library stood as a sanctuary of knowledge and enlightenment. Its shelves were adorned with volumes that held the wisdom of the ages. Here, the elderly elder, whose face carried the marks of wisdom, gathered a group of wide-eyed children. He wove captivating tales of legendary heroes and heroines, their deeds echoing through the kingdom's history. The children listened intently, their imaginations ignited, as the stories kindled within them a desire to dream, to question, and to create.

Her eyes widened as she placed a hand underneath the book, catching it before it could hit the ground. Witches were like fiction in the world of wolves. Never existing but there. Like whispers of the night, to stop kids from wandering into the mountains too far. It worked because even those who were kids before now told their children the same stories they failed to believe. No one believed the stories but they loved it. It was particularly interesting. She bit her lips slightly as she dropped the other books and picked only the 'Diary of the witches' to read.

She loved exploring the enchanted forest nearby, where magical creatures roamed and adventures awaited at every turn. Ariana listened to me intently, her eyes wide with wonder, and I could see her imagination taking flight. "What happens next, Mommy?" she asked, clearly captivated by the story. I smiled warmly and continued narrating the story, weaving in details about the princess. As I described the princess's journey, I could see the spark of imagination in Ariana's eyes, and once I finished, she beamed at me, exclaiming, "That was the best story ever!"

Little Hayden, a small boy with wide, curious eyes, sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the fireplace—just the way he liked it when I told him bedtime stories. His favorite story was always this one. The story I was about to tell him again, though he had no idea just how much it would mean in the years to come. "There lived a king and a queen," I began, my voice low and steady. "One day, they had a son. The kingdom was happy because now, they had a prince." Young Hayden leaned in closer, his eyes shining with interest. He always loved this story. I knew why—it was the kind of tale that spoke to a child's imagination. A kingdom, a prince, adventure, danger. It had everything.

‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he skimmed tens of book covers before he came across the right material to satisfy his interest, ‘Pixies, Elves, Brownies, Fairies - What Every Kid Needs to Know’ with no author mentioned as the writer. He pulled the book out from among the others with caution and took it to the seat he'd secured

My mother left me a secret for us always to share. I started out just reading the stories. They were about Fairy Princesses and the Fae World, magic portals, princes in disguise, and a whole world that existed outside my own. I believed and read it as history instead of a children’s storybook. I learned so much. I knew magic that I shouldn’t, and that shouldn’t be done by my kind. Wolves could shift, we had heightened senses and reflexes, we could find our Mate and erase human memories, but that was it. Either I was special, or I had grown up being told more lies about my kind and our limits.

“That does not count as a bedtime story,’’ Babybaby finally found her voice. “It is child,’’ the thunder god answered. “No it’s not’’ Babybaby insisted quite stubbornly. “bedtime stories are supposed to be a nice tales with happy ending, all bedtime fairytales are, like the ones Amaka used to read to me, this one is a stupid story.’’ “Babybaby hush it’’ Orchid started, fearing the frown on Shango’s face. “What is a fairytale?’’ he asked instead. “Well it’s the best story there is, a prince falls in love with a princess, a bad witch not happy with the arrangement pokes nose into the matter, the prince cuts her great big nose with his shiny sword, rides away with his love and everybody lives h

She chuckled to hide her embarrassment but maybe she was liking this impossible fantasy too! I didn’t know how to reply to that and kept staring at her. Her breath mixed with mine and I could smell our hot breathes. She turned her gaze back to the sky and taking in a deep breath she spoke, “You know when I was a kid, my mother used to read me fairy tales! Those story where there is always a handsome prince who falls in love with the princess, or the beast who falls in love with the beauty! Those stories made me believe from a young age that someday I will also find my prince who would love me and we will build our own world full of love and happiness!”