Stories For Kids Novels & Stories

After finishing their porridge, the two children grabbed Audrey's attention and asked her to read them a royal fairy tale. Alea loves stories about kingdoms and now she wants to hear a fairy tale about a princess who is rescued by a prince. Kenzie, who has rarely heard a fairy tale, is eager to experience the same thing as Alea. He wanted to hear Audrey tell the story. So he readily agreed and looked very enthusiastic. Audrey was going to take care of some work that had previously been emailed by Joni, but once she saw the hopeful eyes of her two children, Audrey decided not to do it and instead chose to accompany them.

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.

Soft whispers of appreciation and gratitude filled the air. Sensing their drowsiness, I concluded the story with a gentle, "And so, Princess Lily and her friends lived happily ever after, creating a kingdom filled with love and friendship." One by one, the children drifted into a peaceful slumber, their dreams intertwined with the enchanting tale. Lily, now nestled in the warmth of her blanket, clutched her teddy bear with a serene expression. I remained seated amidst the slumbering children, grateful for the bond forged through the simple act of storytelling and the comfort of blankets stitched with care. The blankets, like the fairy tale, became threads of warmth connecting hearts in a kin

I’ll only ask him about the details later. I went ahead to teach them a few of the games I enjoyed playing as kids, and after that, I found myself telling them stories. It was some cooked-up tales as my mind was all over the place; hence, I couldn’t tell them one of the legend stories, but the kids didn’t seem to mind as they were engrossed in the story regardless. “Wow, so does that mean that if we disobey you and Dad, we will end up like Giselle?” Lisa asked after I rounded up the story.

The children's giggles filled the air as they made silly faces at each other making their parents smile at their cute antics as well. Afterward, they gathered around the children's crib for storytelling. Adyant settled onto the bed beside Veda, their shoulders touching but neither of them pulled away. The twins snuggled up against each other, eyes shining with excitement. "Tell us about the magical kingdom, Papa!" Vedansh exclaimed. Adyant's deep voice wove a tale of a brave king, fire-breathing dragons, and enchanted forests. Veda listened, captivated by the way he focused so seriously while telling the fantasy story to their babies.

I wave goodnight to my her, and hand in hand, Tania and I walk home. It’s late, so we skip bath time for now and I get her right into bed. She’s practically passed out already, but her will is strong. “Can you tell me a story?” she asks sweetly. How could I possibly say no to her? “Well, once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a big castle with her mom, the queen. But she was very sad, because they lived in the castle all alone. So one day, the princess decided to leave the castle walls and find some friends.”

When it finally bursts, candy rains down and thirty kids scream like it’s the best day of their lives. Later, when the sun dips low and the fairy lights come on, we gather everyone under the oak for the part Rory insisted on. Story time. She stands on the same stump Killian proposed from (again) last year on our tenth “real” anniversary, holding the book we had made the year she turned three: a hardcover picture book titled The Warrior Queen and Her Dragon Daddy.

Her face was unreadable. I cleared my throat. “Dragons, huh? Okay…” I sat at the edge of the bed and lowered my voice to that exaggerated storyteller tone. “Once upon a time, there was a dragon so big, his wings covered the mountains, and when he sneezed–” I made a loud snorting sound, waving my hands dramatically, “–he blew down entire forests!” The kids erupted in laughter. “And then,” I continued, deepening my voice for the dragon, “the villagers said, ‘Oh no! He’ll sneeze us away too!’ But one brave little knight said, ‘Don’t worry, I know how to stop him!’”

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

"I think all places have horror stories for kids, guys." Naoki chuckled. "Why don't we exchange them to pass the time?" "Sure," Jai smirked. He ransacked his brain to remember every single fairy tales he got from his previous life. The Grimms, the Andersens, and else he got from his Japanese friend. A big smile came to his face as he had decided on what to share. "I got some masterpieces to tell." "We can only squeeze in one story for each of us, Jai. Don't take my turn," Darrion protested, crossing his hands on his chest and lifting himself off the ground. The blonde floatee about a feet off the ground and stayed like that.