Pj Masks Lizard Novels & Stories

"Lizzie has chosen you as her rider! Ryan, you're now the proud owner of a mutated female lizard!" A smile creeps up over my face. I'm not sure if this is something to celebrate over, but Amelia looks so happy that my chest swells in response. "So am I like the chosen one now?" I ask. "Kinda," Amelia giggles. "I tried to make Lizzie like me, but this big guy right here." Amelia kisses her lizard companion on the muzzle. "Picked me as his rider, and he was quite adamant about it." I peek down at the green lizard sneakily pressing against Amelia's breast. Satisfaction crosses its intelligent features, and I swallow thickly. It's no wonder the bastard chose her—her lizard is a man of culture.

said Claire in a tone that made me want to swiftly walk away, “for someone who talks a lot about not judging people on the way they look, you sound a little bit prejudiced yourself.” Jespert seemed taken aback. “Me? You mean about lizardmen? Oh no, that’s totally different. They aren’t people, they’re monsters. You can’t treat them as equals. They’ll eat you.” He’d become much more animated once he started to talk about his views on lizardmen. And it didn’t stop there. “I’ll tell you who you should really watch out for. Mermaids. Oh, those bastards. They come crawling out of the sea with hardly any clothes on and set up stalls by the roadside selling their fish and their seafood platters. It

“Well, it depends what it is. Most things will flee. A few of the big lizards will stand their ground and fight. They’re more fun. Other stuff, I have to chase, and that’s... tiresome.” He licked his lips as he called up the memory. “There’s a kind of lizard that’s pretty rare. The locals like to call it a sand dragon. It’s huge, almost the size of a horse, but it can bury itself in the sand somehow to hide from the sun and wait for prey. And one of them was picking off livestock and killing anyone foolish enough to try and stop it. This was... oh, a few years back, maybe five, seven...”