Gruffalo Stories Novels & Stories

As I drove down the street, I noticed he had gone unusually quiet in the back seat. "You okay back there?" I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. He nodded, still pouting. "Want to hear a story?" I asked. His head lifted a bit. "Only if it's a funny one." I smiled. "Alright, once upon a time, there was a little lion who didn’t want to go to school. Every morning, he would hide in his blanket cave and pretend to be asleep." Jace chuckled. "But his mom, the lioness, was very smart. So one day, she put a cookie at the edge of the cave and said, 'Whoever comes out gets the magical cookie of bravery!'"

Damn if I didn’t still see her in pigtails, running barefoot through the yard, always trying to keep up with her sister. I eased onto the bench, cradling my lemonade like it held more than citrus. Let the wood groan beneath me and the moment settle. "You know," I said, pointing my fork like a preacher, "I’ve got a few stories about these two troublemakers sitting right here. Starting with the Great Glitter Disaster." Alex leaned in, curious already. Stephen chuckled low. And Sofie, bless her, tried to hide behind her hands. Claire groaned, already turning pink. "Grandpa, don’t you dare."

"We're hoping you'll find it funny and entertaining. Nerius squawked in encouragement, causing me to smile. “Um, what did the Griffon say when he walked into the bar?” I asked. “What?” Szan asked. “Ouch.” Only the Fiery Lynxes found that funny. Yeah this was going to be pretty rough. One after another we went up and told our funniest jokes and yet there was nothing. Not a chitter, a chuckle or even a snort from the Griffons. We were becoming hopeless.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Tell me a story," she sobbed into his tunic. "Make me laugh. Make the voices stop." Finn held her. He rocked her back and forth, like a child. "Once..." Finn whispered, his voice shaking. "Once, the little rabbit tried to jump over the moon. He missed. He fell into a pond." Miya let out a wet laugh. "Did he drown?" "No," Finn said softly, stroking her hair. "The frogs saved him. They made him a lily-pad boat."

“Happy?” I asked. “Tell me a story,” she said. “I need to fall asleep again.” I furrowed my brows for a bit before I finally spoke. “Once upon a time, there was a little caterpillar named Alfred,” I began. “Alfred was the strangest creature in the entire meadow, and he was always seen as the odd one out. The other caterpillars made fun of him all the time, and they would secretly plan how they were going to make fun of him whenever they saw him. They hid the best leaves from him, and he was forced to eat rotten and dried leaves most of the time. Even though his father was the largest and most important caterpillar in the meadow, no one cared about that. They still picked on him, so much so t

"What story." "The story of the wolf coming. It said that there was a child who was guarding sheep. Because it was too boring, he suddenly wanted to call that a wolf came. Naturally, when the villagers around heard that the wolf was coming, they all hurried to help. However, there was obviously no wolf." "The second time, the child thought it was fun and did the same thing. The villagers were busy for nothing again." "On the third time, the child called that a wolf was coming again, but obviously, no one would help him, because everyone thought he was just joking."

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

"There, my fearless alpha, lies the path to new territory! It's rumored to be guarded by the ferocious 'Fluffy-tailed Guardians.' Are you ready?" ‌ Andrei, his competitive spirit ignited, nodded with a grin. "Fluffy-tailed Guardians, you say? Let's show them the might of the pack!" ‌ As they ventured deeper into the thicket, they encountered an army of squirrels. The tiny creatures chattered angrily and hurled acorns at them, which resulted in a flurry of dodges and exaggerated leaps. Lucas, in his usual cheeky fashion, shouted, "The Guardians are fierce, but we are fiercer!"

“Story!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You want a story?” I asked, stifling a laugh. The children nodded excitedly. “The wolf story!” one of them exclaimed. “We want to hear the wolf story again!” How could I refuse? The ‘wolf story’ in question was one that I had made up yesterday on the spot, a story about a rogue wolf chasing a little girl. It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it.

"Really? And what stories does Mommy tell you?" Brandon tilted his head, thinking. "The Three Bears, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the Prince and the Frog." He hesitated a little. "Mommy knows lots of stories too, but she only tells me one each night, so she finishes them quickly." Peter grinned. "Is that so? Do you really like listening to stories?" Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it." "Then, how about letting Grandma tell you stories from now on? Sometimes, Mommy gets very tired."