Fantasy Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

He turned his back to me and went back to cooking. ‘That’ll teach him not to mess with me’ I thought as I took another bite of the carrot, however looking at his back as he cooked caught the fire in my stomach. My cheeks were flushed as I stared at his tight butt and rock hard back imagining him shirtless. God I need to wash my mind with soap. They did say if you play with fire you'll get burnt and boy was I burning... As I tried to get rid of my dirty thoughts another thought came to mind. Dad’s stories. When we were kids, dad used to tell us stories about magical realms that had fairies, werewolves, Sylphs, Nereids and, and… Werewolves…

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

"It's about a boy who goes on an adventure with a dragon to save his kingdom from an evil wizard." "That sounds cool," I said. "Can I read it?" She nodded, and handed me the book. "Sure, you can borrow it," she said. "Thanks," I said. "Do you like dragons?" She nodded again. "Yes, I love dragons," she said. "They're my favorite animals." "Me too," I said. "They're awesome." We started talking about dragons, and we found out that we had a lot in common. We both liked fantasy books and movies, we both liked drawing and writing stories, we both liked animals and nature.

A/N: This chapter contains slightly distressing content but nothing too graphic. XENDAYA. As a child, the haunting tales Mom wove for us in the candlelit hours of the night were something I looked forward to. Stories filled with brave heroes and creatures of nightmares who sought to destroy castles and claim lives. Little did I know then, the true monsters of this world are so much more terrifying than what the darkest depths of our imaginations could conjure up.

I was dressed in a comfortable summer dress and the flowers in my hair made me look like some kind of creature from a fairy tale. I met with the children who were all excited about grabbing a piece of cake and joining me for story time. Each year, I read them the story about the dragon king and the werewolf princess falling in love. I thought they would eventually get bored with the book, but they never did. Each year, all the children would gather around me and wait eagerly to hear the story.

“Can you like, show me? What you mean, when you think of a mermaid?” I glance at Anton and then put my coffee on the table and move closer to Laila, conjuring a children’s story book in my hands as I do. It’s one of my favorites from when I was a little girl – a story about a mermaid who falls in love with a Prince who lives on land. She gives up her ocean life to go and live at his side.

His big eyes stared at me with hope and anticipation. I pulled him closer and placed his head on my chest. He wrapped his tiny arm around my stomach. I started running my fingers in his silky hairs. It was a surreal feeling that I couldn’t explain in words. I felt the motherly instinct when I didn’t give birth to a child myself. “Will you tell me a ghost story, Mom?” He poked my cheek. “I don’t know any ghost story but I can tell you the story of a young prince who befriended a lion. It’s not a fairy tale.” I said.

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

Seeing that she would not give up from siding the night roamer, he decides to tell her a story to compliment her belief. “You know, according to our popular children stories, some believe he is a handsome prince from a far away kingdom made of gold, and enchantment and magic. While others believes he is a demon that haunts evildoers and people of little conscience until they give up their evil ways, or pay for their sins with blood” He narrates, captivating her attention. “Tell me more please?” She pleads with irresistible eyes. “You are in luck, as I am a lover of myth!” he gestures towards a dry piece of log just opposite them.

Aynyra was sick of non-believers. "Fine," Rhae chuckled. Rhae began reading the book of children's stories, that told great tales of Fae, Faeries, Pixies, Shapeshifters, Draekons and magic of all kinds. It was inspirational for a book of myths as protagonists overcame challenges over challenges. Fae rode Draekons, Shapeshifters were powerful creatures and Pixies were tricksters who challenged any kind of hierarchy in the magical world.