Gruffalo Stories Novels & Stories

He scampered off with a triumphant giggle, his little wolf pride swelling at having been lifted first. “Me, Momma!” Rhea demanded, bouncing on her toes, her curls falling across her face. “My turn!” “And mine too!” Niko added quickly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I laughed softly, scooping Rhea into my arms and spinning her once until she squealed. Her tiny arms locked around my neck as she blurted out her version of David’s tale. “…and then the wolf didn’t scratch or bite, because he was glowing—glowing like the moon! So the shadows just ran away crying!”

Jared revealed, Aghogho giggled, he took one step towards Jared, “Are you talking about the history book of the Beast kingdom written by a so called ancient Forest Nymph, where the Beast in the bottomless hole is located? See you. It was all a lie, the stories, Dragons, the Beast in the bottomless hole. They are all fables we say to our cubs at moonlight stories.” “Are we? Are we fables?!” Jared asked. Aghogho groaned suddenly his appearances changed as he grew bigger, wilder and hairier, his nails grew sharper and his canine teeth also as he thudded towards Jared.

“About the wolf. But how about I continue the story that your mom tells you, yeah?” “How?” Jacob asked, and I smiled holding them closer. I didn’t even know the story Tania told them, but I knew to play along the cards that I could. So, I kept it simple. A story about a wolf who protected his territory, who ran through the forest, who always found his way back, a wolf who always knew how to hold his grounds even when things grew difficult. For a moment, it felt real, normal… it felt like this was the most common thing in the world.

Zoe had long disliked Nina and had already been thinking about quitting. So, whether Dolly carried the message back or not, she decided to tell the story she had made up straight to Dolly’s face. “There was once a little hedgehog in the forest who thought her mother was covered in prickles and didn’t like her. “One day, a gentle, charming fox came to the house. The fox was full of tricks and knew how to please people. “The little hedgehog liked her right away and joined the fox in driving her mother away. After the hedgehog’s mother left, the fox finally showed her tail.

I negotiated as I smiled at him. He quickly clambered off his seat, then took off. His little feet echoed on the hard floor. I chuckled. There were days it was exhausting watching my boys. As the sun dipped, their presence filled me with a sense of purpose, the quiet inspiration of a day well spent, and a renewed motivation for tomorrow. It feels as if I met Stavros only yesterday. And now, we have boys whose boundless energy and playful spirits mirror our own. Sometime later, I was reading Max’s favorite book called ‘The Gruffalo’ when Stavros entered his room.

Holly suggested they tell stories to pass the time. Isabella started, recounting a funny story from her childhood about getting stuck in a tree while trying to rescue a cat. Holly followed with a tale of her own, involving a disastrous attempt at baking a cake that ended with the fire department showing up. When it was Maxwell's turn, he hesitated. "I don't have any funny stories." Holly nudged him playfully. "Come on, Maxwell. There's got to be something." Maxwell thought for a moment, then began to speak. "Alright, but don't laugh. When I was a kid, I was terrified of thunderstorms. Every time one hit, I'd hide under my bed with my favorite stuffed animal, a rabbit named Mr. Fluffy."

Heading upstairs, she made a detour to Lemon's room. It was already late, and the kids would usually be asleep by now. Mable gently pushed the door open and saw Nicki and Spike sitting on either side of the bed, telling Little Lemon a bedtime story and coaxing her to sleep. "The big bad wolf caught Little Red Riding Hood and wanted to eat her, but Little Red Riding Hood was clever. She told the big bad wolf that her house had many little lambs, and she was willing to take him there. The big bad wolf, greedy and arrogant, believed Little Red Riding Hood and followed her."

But after all the goosebumps, 'twas just a tree. "Relax," she tangles her arm with mine, "those trees scare the intruders if any. A similitude of scarecrow." "Oh, but you're scared, too." "Of course! This forest is creepy! This is where the tears of our dead pack are preserved. Sometimes, those watch-wolves heard an agonizing howl in here." "Then there are ghosts here?" "That can't be!" I finally made a chuckle for the first time in a while. "That story is just a legend. It's a stupid creed to be true."

But now, they want to hear about his fabricated story and Ms Dorothy is not willing to bail him out. "..ehm..yes, the king of the jungle was a lion, the biggest one in the world. So big with sharp claws capable of destroying any living animal or human being. Whenever it's hungry it roared like this rah..hhh.." Allen made the sound of the roar and Ms Dorothy was stunned. What kind of a bedtime story was this? But before she could winked at Allen, she heard "Ahh….hhhhhh!!!!" from the kids and closed their ears.