Dinosaurs Stories Novels & Stories

“You like dinosaurs, Eli?” “Yes! I know all the names. T-Rex, Stegosaurus, Triceratops. Mom reads books with me every night.” Damien smiled a little. “That sounds nice. I liked dinosaurs when I was your age too.” “Really?” Eli asked with his mouth full. “Did you have a favorite?” “The big ones. Like you.” Eli laughed. It made my chest hurt. They looked so much alike. Same eyes, same way they tilted their heads when they smiled. How did I think I could hide this forever?

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.

“This one is the strongest.” A T-Rex appears in front of my face. “Obviously.” “And this one bites people.” “Should I be worried?” He nods solemnly. “Very.” I gasp dramatically. “Why would you bring him near me then?” Mason grins. Because apparently terrorizing me is fun. The next half hour passes surprisingly quickly. I help dinosaurs fight. I listen to elaborate dinosaur backstories. I learn far more about dinosaur politics than I ever thought possible. And somewhere along the way, I relax.

I offered, keeping my voice soft. Lila nodded against me. “The one where the dinosaur has a mommy and daddy who never leave.” “Yeah,” I whispered, throat tight. “That one.” Dante picked up the thread effortlessly, his deep voice weaving in like it was made for bedtime tales. “Once upon a time, there was a little dinosaur named Lila-Roar…” We took turns, spinning the silly story until her breathing evened out, her hand still loosely gripping my shirt. The room felt smaller in the best way—cozy, filled with love that had nothing to do with the intensity from earlier and everything to do with this. Us.

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."

Vincent asked. No one replied. Vincent pointed himself and said, “I do. I believe they exist. Werewolves like us exist so probably, the monstrous mammal is also somewhere in this f*cking huge Earth. Don’t you think so?” Again, no one responded. “The dinosaurs are hiding in a hole, there under the deep ocean. Or maybe! Just maybe! They can also turn human and deceive everyone, just like us. Then, they will eat everyone, ALIVE.”

"And climbing. And running. And talking." "She talks a LOT," Rowan added. "And what about you, Rowan? What do you like?" "Books. And building things. And dinosaurs." "Dinosaurs are very cool." "Do you like dinosaurs?" Rowan asked, interest sparking in his eyes. "I do. When I was your age, I had a whole collection of toy dinosaurs." "Really? What was your favorite?" "The T-Rex. Because it was big and powerful." "Mine too!" Rowan smiled. The first real smile.

"Mommy! Tommy has lots of dinosaurs!" Tommy holds up his fingers, counting. "Forty-eight. And a flying one but it's not really a dinosaur it just lived with dinosaurs." His face scrunches with the effort of explaining something complicated. "That's so many dinosaurs." Ava's eyes go wide. Melissa wipes her hands on a towel. Surveys them both with the practiced assessment of a mother who knows exactly how much chaos has occurred. "Hands. Both of you. Now." Tommy's shoulders slump. "But we were making something—"

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Like she's finally breathing. "Good morning, Noah." "Good morning, Aunt Vanessa. Did you bring chocolate? You always bring chocolate." "I did. I brought chocolate croissants. The best ones. The ones with the most chocolate." "Are you drawing dinosaurs? Those are really good. You're getting better. You're becoming a real artist. A professional. You could sell those." "Yes. This one is a T-Rex. He's my favorite dinosaur. He's the scariest. He's the best. He's the king of the dinosaurs. He's the strongest."