Fantasy Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

It was as if the forest was alive with stories waiting to be uncovered. After a while, Jace opened his eyes and looked at his friends. “What if we create our own story based on what we hear? We could weave a tale about the spirits of the woods and the adventures they had.” “That’s a fantastic idea!” Elara agreed, her eyes lighting up. “We can each contribute a part to the story.” They took turns sharing their ideas, inspired by the whispers and the magic of the woods. Jace suggested a tale about a brave explorer who ventured into the forest to find a hidden treasure, guided by the whispers of the trees.

I wish I could somehow make him better. "When I was a little girl, every night at bedtime you used to tell me stories about supernatural beings, the witches, ware wolves, Lycans and other mystical creatures. Do you remember that?" I asked with a smile. "Ahh, I do remember that. You did not want stories of princes and princesses living happily ever after. Instead, you wanted me to make up stories about badass mythical creatures defeating enemies and ruling their kingdoms justly," he said, chuckling.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

Light begins to glow brighter from the Crystals in its head. Boom! A red bright light covers the sky from the city and the dragon boy looks up as he remembers his past. CHAPTER 1: DRAGONS It is a little past 8pm and the moon is full and well lit. It is bedtime for seven years old Elizabeth and she is all ready for bed. Teeth flossed, hair brushed and nighties worn. Her sister Historia a seventeen years old red head decides to spice up story time tonight. Instead of reading from the regular bedtime stories, she chooses to tell a story from an old fantasy novel. Historia tokes in her sister in place, as she stands up to dramatize the story with her red eyes wild open. Elizabeth packs her beaut

He laid on the couch and continued the story. A few hours later, Jimmy found himself in the main hall, surrounded by the servants. He was telling them one of the stories he wrote back in his world. The story about a young prince who chose a commoner over a thousand and made him his husband. All the creatures were dreaming with the beautiful romantic story. They were eager to know how the two princes were going to fall in love and how the king of another kingdom was going to conquer a handsome knight. Jimmy found strange happiness in telling them what his imagination created. He smiled every time they would widen their eyes or squeal and clapped their hands when the king finally kissed his kn

We all nod in agreement with Johnny. “The other books that mention the amulet seem to mainly be Pagan, Norse, Celtic or Viking fairy tales. The more modern stories seem to be variations of these stories.” “What are the stories about?” I ask yawning. “Mainly light versus dark, that sort of thing, or adaptations of that story like most fairy tales really. I’m going to read through again when I get chance. But for now I have other things to work on” Just as Johnny called it a night and for us to go to bed Will walked in and scooped up Rae in his arms. They left giggling and I couldn’t help but think they were so cute. They looked the perfect pair, they complimented each other in every way it wa

"It's because they're secretly the world's philosophers, contemplating the mysteries of the universe between their many naps." His playful tales continued, each more fantastical than the last. He spun stories of talking squirrels who held clandestine debates in the treetops, of clouds that stored the blueprints for the world's oddest inventions, and even of a legendary potato that could grant wishes, but only if you spoke to it in rhymes. With each nonsensical story, my anxiety further receded, replaced by a sense of wonder and amusement. Sebastian's unwavering presence, his tender embrace, and his fanciful storytelling formed a sanctuary in the heart of the forest.

Each night after the kids are all bathed, they rush into the library and sit at Samson’s feet, and listen to stories about elves, pixies, boggarts, and the butt-kicking Grandma who saved a Jade Wolf. Their favourite story, though, is the one about the two werewolves who got lost in the forest, argued a lot, fell in love, and saved the day. I’d come a long way from the lonely, sheltered girl in a giant castle. I still had the giant castle, but I got to share it with Josh, and together we’d filled it with happiness, laughter, and the people we loved most. The End.

She took that chance and walked outside looking like she's not done with what she's doing yet. sera wanted to laugh at the child's imagination, so she said to her, trying to take it as far as she could, and what spell she might be doing now then? Are you hiding something? Or is she like a witch in the Snow White story? Or like the witch in Rapunzel's story? Or is it similar to Jafar in the story of Aladdin? The little girl looked at sera in amazement and said, "What is Snow White?" And who is this Rapunzel? Who is Jafar and who is Aladdin? Are they people from outside the island? Their names are very strange, but very beautiful at the same time.

“You are such an unbeliever and you will regret it when the creatures decide to start showing up.” “I think you’ve read one too many fantasy books,” I patted her head in a comforting manner, “You should try nonfantasy.” “You should try believing more.” “I do believe,” I smiled, “In things that make sense like science and not children's stories like the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny.” “The tooth fairy isn’t actually as nice as people think,” she said suddenly, “They’re actually mean fairies who steal your teeth and use them to lay a curse on you.”