Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

Moms and dads gratefully set toddlers down and let go of their children's hands, encouraging them to follow me, so they can have a few minutes of peace. I lead the children over to the corner with all the comfortable cushions and bean bags. Once we are all settled in, I give the kids a choice, a book or a story about the Moon Goddess. They all agree they want to hear about the Moon Goddess, so I tell them the story of how the Moon Goddess and Endymion fell in love and had fifty daughters together. I leave out the parts about factions, abilities, and that I am one of those daughters. I let Lex help by using her voice for the male characters in the story.

He held the book in front of her and smiled like a normal human kid who wants attention from his parents. She giggled, feeling a little flustered by how her oldest son acted. “Of course baby! Mommy’s a good story teller.” She boosted with a proud look on her face. She opened the first page and made their positions more comfortable before reading the first paragraph. “Once upon a time, when humans still don’t exist, there was a kingdom that was hidden in the clouds. They are called goddess and goddesses.” She glanced at her son who was listening and continued.

Aran tugged at Alex’s shirt until he was lifted into his lap, head tucked under his chin. Elian sprawled on the carpet, coloring in a half-finished dragon drawing. “Story time?” he asked sleepily. Alex nodded. “What kind of story tonight?” “Adventure,” Elian said. “But with pancakes.” I laughed. “That’s a recurring theme.” He nodded seriously. “Pancakes make heroes strong.” --- So Alex told the story — his voice low, rhythmic. A brave dragon who learned to make peace instead of war. A kingdom that grew gardens instead of walls.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

he asked, smiling. Anthony, the more outgoing of Jade’s twins, selected a colorful farm story. He opened the book with careful hands and began reading in his clear five-year-old voice. “The little pig… ran across the… field to find his… mummy. He… oinked and… oinked until she… came.” Kai nodded. “Nice and clear. Keep going.” Anthony finished the page with only one soft stumble. Kai offered a high-five. “Excellent work.” Connor went next, choosing a story about a lost puppy searching for home. He spoke more slowly, concentrating hard.

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

Her eyes widened. I hesitated, then I smiled. “Because mothers always find their children.” The girl stared at me. “Promise?” I held out my little finger. “Promise.” She slowly wrapped her finger around mine. Her crying softened. I sat beside her. “Would you like me to tell you a story?” She nodded. Soon, several children gathered around me. I told them about a brave little wolf who was afraid of the dark but discovered that the stars were always watching over her. The children listened quietly. Some leaned against one another, while others slowly fell asleep.

Let’s see if we have another story in here to make me sleepy. The Whispering Shadows Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled at the edge of a dense and mysterious forest, lived a mischievous child named Oliver. Oliver had a reputation for being the naughtiest kid in town. He would play pranks on his neighbors, sneak into forbidden places, and rarely listened to his parents' warnings. One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village, Oliver's parents decided it was time to teach him a lesson. They gathered the children of the village around a crackling bonfire and began to tell a story that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

Interrupted Victoria who was Keith and Martina's 10-year-old baby girl. She handed her 2-year-old baby sister into her mother's hands. "I told you not to roam around her because that would wake her up. I have household chorus to do! Who will carry her for the next 2 hours?" “I will look after her. Go to your room and complete your homework Victoria.” Answered Keith. Victoria nodded her head and walked towards her room. Keith walked towards Martina and tied a shining plain gold chain around her neck.