The Lost World: Jurassic Park Novels & Stories

Only our wedding photos remained displayed throughout the house, constantly reminding Sterling of what he had lost. When Vivienne pushed open the door and walked in, Sterling immediately looked up, his eyes filled with hope that it might be the person he longed for. However, when he saw it was Vivienne, he turned away impatiently. "How did you get in?" Vivienne smiled obsequiously. "All your passwords are my birthday. Of course, I know them." Hearing this, Sterling was momentarily stunned. He had forgotten that his passwords were Vivienne's birthday. For so many years, the numbers 0717 had been ingrained in his bones, yet he had forgotten why.

*Amber* As I walk between Tjeck and Logan, the park looms ahead, a haunting reminder of the chaos that has unfolded. The ground still bears the grim evidence of the war… a tapestry of bloodstains, abandoned weapons, and the shells of spent ammunition scattered like forgotten memories. Each step I take is accompanied by the weight of history, reminding me that war leaves indelible scars, etching its marks not only on the body and soul but on the very fabric of the world around us.

“And they don’t know I exist?” Victor shook his head. “Not yet.” Ethan looked at the black sedan. Then at the mansion looming behind him. Everything in his life felt like it was standing on unstable ground. “If I agree, where would I go?” Ethan asked quietly. “The Cross Estate.” “That place still exists?” “ It was rebuilt in secrecy. Only the inner circle members are aware of its location.” Victor replied. Ethan exhaled slowly. “And you expect me to just walk into this life?”

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Moments before they disappear I find TJ’s eyes across the training ground, she looks horrified at the pool of blood surrounding me. The blood mixing with the rain made the blood loss look massive. My wolf howls inside me and I feel his pain, he tells me that it has been great fun being with me and hopes we can meet again. Images of my time with TJ play in my head and a smile forms on my face, we had had some amazing times together.

She wanted to stand but she had her eyes closed so she couldn't see where she was stepping, she tripped and fell into the stream. "Why!" She screamed in anger. Prince Kai, who was watching her from his window couldn't keep his laughter in. He clutched his stomach as he laughed. He has been here this whole time, watching Anna fight with the evil insect. When she fell into the stream, he got worried but he became calm when he remembered that the stream was not deep.

Jay replied. "Oliver planned to kidnap you and keep you hidden away. It all started when he found that his wife was pregnant and at the same time, Avery and Christine were also pregnant too. Then he came to know that the woman he assaulted… got pregnant too. When Jamie gave birth to her son, Dylan, Oliver ordered his men to take the baby and burn down the hospital. But his plan never happened because Dianne acted first and took the baby before Oliver could lay his eyes on him… "

I was sleepless all night. At dawn, piercing screams pulled me from half-sleep back to reality. The moment I opened the curtains, the scene before me struck me speechless. Storm hung from a tree branch outside the window, its silver-white fur stained with blood. Its beautiful amber eyes had lost their luster, and the crescent moon nameplate around its neck was missing. My screams brought Ethan running. He hadn't come home all night—now disheveled, his face covered with dark stubble.

Wind rushed around her, pulling her upward. Her last thought before the world gave way was a single word whispered into the void— Home. Cold bit through her lungs before sound returned. Serenya’s body jerked, her hands clawing against damp earth. The mirrored realm vanished like smoke ripped apart by wind. The monastery’s ruins sprawled around her again—charred stone walls, broken arches, moonlight bleeding through cracks. The world smelled of iron and ash. Her heart thundered in her chest, but the silence that followed was worse than any scream.

Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light. Now, the clearing glows faintly gold and silver, shimmering like a dream that hasn’t faded yet. For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Maybe I’m not alive. Maybe this is what comes after… the space between worlds that people talk about, where lost wolves walk before the moon calls them home. The air feels too soft, too still. No pain, no breath, just light.