Dinosaur Novels Novels & Stories

“Of course, look at those things. It’s been thousand years and yet still they thrive. Do you know these creatures have existed since the dinosaur age! They are terrifying.” “What is a dinosaur?” hunter curiously clung to his shirt. “Well... a dinosaur is a huge a beast. It’s about as tall as these trees. They come in a variety of shapes, and sizes, some can even fly. Some eat flesh and some eat leaves.... one, brachiosaurus is my favorite. It has a very long neck that can reach to the top of this tree.” All the vampires there collectively gave him a look. “What? Why are you guys looking at me like that? Don’t tell me.... do..so they exist now?! Oh my god, dinosaurs exist!!! How are werewolve

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

They are one of the strongest characters. The rest of the day, I spend time reading books that I borrowed from Shelby. They were about dinosaurs and their history. I knew she was obsessed with dinosaurs and I guessed she would have lots of books about them; my guess was true. I drained myself on the books. I hardly went for tea in the evening because I was busy reading. One could already tell me that I am a nerd, because I am, and you know it. By the time Ivan called me for supper, I had finished reading two thick books about their origin and evolution. I returned them to Shelby afterward and she was quite excited about it.

I turned to Rhett with a raised eyebrow, genuinely interested. Ruby nudged her brother with a grin. “He’s really good. He knows all kinds of facts. But he never admits it.” Rhett shrugged, looking slightly bashful. “Naa… not really. Just learning.” “Come on, don’t be modest,” I encouraged him. “Tell me something cool. I’m all ears.” He hesitated, then took a deep breath, as if preparing a speech. “Well, dinosaurs were a group of reptiles that lived on Earth for about 245 million years. They first appeared during the Triassic period, back when all the land was one big supercontinent called Pangaea.”

The dinosaur book had been on the kitchen table for three days. Nora noticed it on Sunday evening, when she was clearing away the dinner things. She moved it to the counter without thinking much of it. On Monday morning it was back on the table, open to a page on the Spinosaurus, Liam's spoon resting across it while he ate his cereal and read. "You've already read that one," she said. "I know." He didn't look up. "Caleb said Spinosaurus was probably a good swimmer. Because of the spine thing." He pointed at the ridge along the dinosaur's back without taking his eyes off the page. "It's for balance. In water."

Alexander Night falls as I watch Sophia helping the boys with their bath. Their laughter echoes down the hallway, mingling with their high-pitched voices arguing about which dinosaur would be a better swimmer. “Spinosaurus, obviously,” Noah insists, his voice loaded with scientific certainty. “He had aquatic adaptations.” “But the Mosasaurus was way bigger!” Oliver counters, splashing water out of the tub. “Mosasaurus wasn’t technically a dinosaur,” Noah begins, but Sophia intervenes.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.

Pausing at the entrance, she peered inside. A large wooden desk sat at the back of a beautiful room with pale butter-colored walls painted with creeping vines and blossoming flowers. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves loomed behind the desk, filled with hundreds of books. Various curious objects were used as bookends, such as a saber-tooth tiger's skull, a hadrosaur's leg bone, and a cast model nest of oviraptor eggs. The nest would have been the most valuable piece in his collection if it hadn't been a replica. She'd heard real nest fossils went for a several million dollars at auctions. Everyone loved the idea of baby dinosaurs. And finding intact eggs was rare. Eggs were fragile and rarely surv

"Dinosaurs. Because dinosaurs are the most cool." In the store he insisted on pushing his own small cart, selecting each item from his list with meticulous care. Crayons, the twenty-four pack, because more colors meant better pictures. Folders, green and blue, because those were dinosaur colors. Pencils, the ones with dinosaur erasers on the end. And the backpack.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.