Dinosaur Train Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Kai suddenly gasped dramatically. "Mama," he whispered loudly, like he was revealing classified information. "This dinosaur has six legs." I blinked at him. "That's concerning." "I know," he sighed heavily. "He probably can't run good." A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Kai immediately perked up at the sound, grinning proudly like he'd accomplished something important. For a second, the knot in my chest loosened. Just a little. I reached for my coffee beside me, only to realize it'd gone cold ages ago. With another sigh, I grabbed my phone instead, mostly to distract myself from spiraling again. I had several unread messages sitting there already.

"Hour and a half. Someone had a nightmare about dinosaurs taking over the hockey rink." Emma looked at Frankie, who was now happily eating dinosaur-shaped pancakes. "Better now, buddy?" "Daddy said the dinosaurs can play hockey too, so it's not scary anymore," Frankie explained seriously. "Very logical solution." "That's what I do," Alek said with mock pride. "I solve dinosaur hockey crises." Emma settled at the table with her coffee, watching her family interact with the easy affection they'd rebuilt over the past months. It hadn't been instant—there had been setbacks, arguments, moments when old patterns tried to reassert themselves.

“Yes.” I hesitated. “There was this nurse who threatened me on the second day you came here. She told me how you wouldn’t shut up about dinosaurs the day you were admitted.” “I love dinosaurs,” his attention went back to the puzzle. I nodded. “I know.” “I wished I could ride one,” he continued. I held back a laugh. “Unfortunately, I don’t know the possibility.” After a couple of other conversations about puzzles and dinosaurs, Theo was solving the puzzle an hour later.

"You have to see, Mama. He's going to be the scariest T-Rex ever. Even scarier than the one in that movie we watched." Mama stood up and moved his chair closer to mine, sitting right beside me. He was close enough that our legs were touching, and I could feel the warmth of him. It made painting easier, knowing Mama was right there. I picked up my paintbrush and started adding more spikes. Green spikes, because green was a good color for dinosaurs. Mama watched quietly, and every so often I'd look over and see him smiling. "He's very scary," Mama said when I added teeth. "Those are some impressive teeth."

Sophia joined us on the steps, carrying a plate of leftover cake and the satisfied exhaustion of someone who'd successfully entertained eight two-year-olds for three hours. “Best party ever,” she declared. “James loved it.” “James loved having his Uncle Kill here. He hasn't stopped talking about trains and dinosaurs since yesterday. Apparently, Uncle Kill knows EVERYTHING about both.” I glanced at Killian, who was looking slightly panicked. “You taught him about dinosaurs?” “I improvised.” “Uncle Kill says T-Rex has tiny arms but big hearts,” James mumbled against Killian's shirt, clearly fighting sleep. “That's... accurate,” I said, biting back a smile.

Davina's P.O.V. I walk past Maelani's room and giggle. The demon likes to scream. It looks like she and Darian accepted each other. I'm happy for both of them. I wonder who else is going to come and help us. I run to mine and Jock's room. There will be training this afternoon, but right now, we are going to keep trying to get pregnant. When I open the door he's waiting for me. I run into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist.

Miles said, his face lit up like he had the world’s greatest secret to share. “Hm?” I blinked, realizing I had no idea what we were talking about, “What, sweetheart?” Miles puffed up his cheeks, ready to deliver the punchline, “I painted a dinosaur at school today, and it’s blue because it’s a happy dinosaur!” Mabel giggled, “Dinosaurs aren’t happy, Miles. They’re scary.” “Not mine!” he retorted with a defiant little pout. “That sounds amazing,” I said, forcing a smile as I stroked Miles’ hair, “Maybe you can show me your painting later?”

She will treat him in that diner. "I just hope that diner will be fixed soon. I really want to eat there and drink dragon fruit juice," she said to herself imagining the delicious food she would have been enjoying with him in the grandma's diner. Reaching her hand up to the ceiling. "Dad, I met a man today. His name is GD and he's cute. And we're going to eat at one of our favorite places but it's still under repair. " The room was only filled with silence with the collective chirping of crickets outside but it didn't feel sad like before as Daeira smiled before she closed her eyes and actually wished to see him in the dream.

She stopped. "If you don't," Ashley said, "then eventually you're going to have to have a conversation that you cannot come back from." Nora said nothing. She had built something here. Six weeks of it. Solid and deliberate and entirely under her control. She looked at the dinosaur book, still on the kitchen table. Open to the Spinosaurus page, the spine detail circled in pencil — Liam's pencil, this afternoon, marking the part Caleb had told him about. A remembering person.

Max set the triceratops beside her pillow. Colt was the last to enter. He walked to Emory's bedside and stood there for a long moment, his drawings clutched against his chest. "Hi, Emory," he whispered. "It's me. Colt. I brought more pictures. This one is a Brachiosaurus. It's the tallest dinosaur ever. And this one is a Stegosaurus. It has plates on its back to protect it from predators." He set the drawings on the table. "Everyone at school misses you. Ms. Patterson said we could come visit. Ruby made a card. Max brought a triceratops. It's very big. Almost as big as a real one."