Jurassic Craft Novels & Stories

"WUAAA! It’s huge!" AJ shouted with excitement. His eyes widened as much as possible, as if trying to match the size of the dinosaur fossil in front of him. The ancient bones that formed the prehistoric creature's figure were certainly astonishing to AJ. The Saurier Museum is Zurich, Switzerland's most complete fossil and replica collection. It was a special visit, chosen by Ed to cheer AJ up. But they weren't in Switzerland just to visit the museum. The country supposedly has the best healthcare facilities. Ed was interested in that, so he arranged for AJ to be treated there.

The damp, sulfur-choked heat of the lava tubes did not dissipate as we descended deeper into the Western Rift; instead, it was suddenly cut by a sharp, freezing draft that smelled of ancient ozone, rusted copper, and cold, pressurized oil. We had left the natural basalt tunnels of the vanguard behind, stepping into a cavernous, artificial chamber of staggering proportions. Towering pillars of green-patinated brass rose into the darkness, supporting a vaulted ceiling etched with giant, interlocking clockwork gears that lay silent and frozen in the dust of centuries. This was not the work of the primitive Grave-Weavers. This was a relic of the Sunken Epoch.

He kissed her on the lips and left in his green, solar powered hovercraft. As Kane traversed the floor towards his cabin on the first floor, the mirror servers loomed to his right. The sound of the generators below sounded like the buzz of a giant mechanical beast.Kane adored being in ‘the Cabin’. It was like being in a cage with a majestic seer. He stood there, gazing at the three futuristic beasts he had cloned and marveled at his own cunning. His glass-walled workstation stood high atop a tower in the center of the cabin, with a birds eye view of the entire island through the clear Plexiglas dome n the roof. As he climbed the grated steps, he looked upward at the glass workstation. It bor

"They were going to kill me, but the funny-looking girl stopped them. She fought them briefly, but two more people showed up. They helped drive the monsters off, and the weird girl headed toward the Maritime Museum." "How far away are we from the Museum?" Warren asked. "Maybe four or five kilometers," The bum yanked the fifty from Cyrus, "Now get out of here. I don't want trouble to find me." *** "Why go to a Musem?" Warren revved the engine and sped up to catch Cyrus. "A maritime Museum, no less," Cyrus slowed down, "Do you know anything about this gigas of yours?" "Very little, we know she was made with the aid of a book, called the Codex Gigas. It's been missing for months now. It isn't t

"Madam Ophelia! We should follow it!" She restores the train and starts it running upward in a spiral while we hold on to the seats. I keep sticking my face on the glass window to see what that creature is up to—the Little Devils mimic. The creature stops moving on the surface, and when we resurface, we watch the creepy pirate ship in awe. "I thought it was a huge shark earlier?" Lanasia said. "Exactly how my father created it~!" "Let's ride it~!" the kids nagged.

Pascal's mouth fell open. "Can we start with the Cretaceous period?" he asked, tugging on Nikolai's sleeve. "Lead the way, birthday boy." They wound through the exhibits. Pascal pressed his face against every glass case, read every placard aloud, asked a thousand questions that neither parent could fully answer. Nikolai pushed Tiana's wheelchair carefully, navigating around other visitors, pausing whenever she wanted to examine something more closely. They were in the Mesozoic hall, Pascal transfixed by a full-scale Velociraptor model, when a familiar voice called out.

As for the two creatures, they looked at Kirou in confusion with their heads tilted to the side. An hour or so later, Kirou and his summoned beings were standing before a very weird-looking construct. While it did indeed possess a similar body to the forges seen in Bladesmith, Hammerton, and Old Copper's cottages, the one standing before Kirou looked more like Frankenstein's monster in the form of a forge. Kirou smiled while looking at his personal monstrosity while his pets and clones just looked at him as if he was a madman.

The message was devastatingly simple and effective: > Lucas, the defensive game is over. You are free to choose your board. Your mother secured your safety. I offer you the future. I have built you a gift that only you can pilot: a custom-designed, off-grid research vessel, codenamed 'The Explorer.' It awaits you in the Mediterranean. It is completely untraceable, financially independent, and registered in your name. It offers you the perfect platform to conduct your research globally, outside the confines of the Temple. The activation key is your legal name, Lucas Reed Thorne. You must claim it in person.