Dinosaurs Stories Novels & Stories

The bottom pops open and we see three volumes. The Dragon Tale, The Dragon Keeper, The End of Dragons. Teddy and I look at each other. “Grab Volume one, the Dragon Tale,” Teddy huffs. “Why do I feel like this is about to be ridiculous?” “Because it most likely is,” I say, opening the Sliver colored book. Dragons are among the first animals created at the beginning of time. These dragons died if killed and only lived 200 to 300 years. They would have been the only dragons in existence, if not for the selfishness of a goddess.

I saved the rest for the children’s schooling. For a long time, I could not leave the village. I had fields to tend, children to raise, and a grief so heavy that even breathing felt like labor. At night, I often dreamed of the motorcycle. In the dream, Dominic rode slowly along the mountain road. The sky was gray. The wind was cold. He never turned back, no matter how loudly I called his name. Our children sometimes asked what kind of man their father had been. I always told them the truth that mattered most.

Neither making any sense. I watched them. It was impossible not to. They were complete opposites. Yet somehow inseparable. "Daddy," Diana announced proudly. "Damien drew a dinosaur with six heads yesterday." Damien nodded. "It was awesome." "I'm sure it was." "It ate three cities." "Only three?" I asked. Damien looked impressed. "You understand dinosaurs." "I understand destruction." The boy laughed. Then Diana grabbed his hand. "Come sit." Before Damien could answer, another familiar voice interrupted.

"You have a great eye for detail, Nathan. This is very impressive." Leo, unable to resist adding his own knowledge, leaned forward. "Did you know dragons are kind of like dinosaurs? Well, not real ones, but in stories!" Nathan’s eyes widened. "Really?" "Yeah! And T-Rex had the biggest teeth ever!" Leo announced, looking around to see if anyone else was listening. Sam and James were deep in a debate over the rules of their latest game, while Eva and Max exchanged soft smiles, watching their children and extended family interact as if they had always belonged together.

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.

Zane told him. I slid two thin storybooks into the main compartment of the backpack, one about dinosaurs, one about a cat. Miss Lina had asked us to bring a favorite book, and he picked two. “Papi, what if the T-Rex on my shirt eats my shorts?” Ash asked. “He only eats green stuff,” Zane said. “Broccoli, peas, all the evil vegetables.” “What about Pepper?” Ash sounded worried. “Pepper eats the T-Rex,” Zane answered, flat. “We already talked about this. Cats beat every imaginary dinosaur.”

I lay very low desperately trying to hide . As he got close to where I was he lifted the gun and sprayed the area with bullets . I opened my eyes in shock.This bastard really wanted to kill me. I was still alive. This man was evil . A snake sprung out of the bushes near me at that moment obviously disturbed by the gun fire. It slid into the bushes . Noticing the snake and thinking that was the cause of the disturbance he turned towards the other direction. The belief that every creature created by God was important dawned on me. My life has been saved by a snake . I could see him a distance away still combing the bushes desperately looking for me. Suddenly the rain poured down from the

* * * We spend the next hour on the floor of the hotel suite while Zion narrates an extensive and occasionally contradictory mythology involving his six dinosaurs, each of which apparently has a job, a personality, and ongoing disputes with the others that require regular mediation. "This one's the boss," he explains, holding up a slightly chewed stegosaurus, "but this one," — a triceratops with one horn bent at an alarming angle — "thinks he should be the boss, so they argue a lot, but they're still friends." "That sounds complicated," I say. "It is," he says, with the weary patience of someone managing a difficult office. "I have to talk to them about it sometimes." Jenna sits in the armch

“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

“This is T-Rex.” Khael tilts his head. “What’s a T-Rex?” “A dinosaur,” she says easily. The three of us glance at each other. I wait, but none of us moves to speak. Clearly, none of us knows what a dinosaur is. She grins and explains before we have to ask. “They were massive creatures that lived in our world a long, long time ago. Some had feathers; others had scales or rough skin. Enormous jaws and sharp teeth. Clawed feet. They were kind of like…” She pauses, shrugging. “Like dragons without wings.”