Utahraptor Skeleton Novels & Stories

A week later, House Six stood deep underground in Bunker 039. The air was colder this far down. More metallic. It scraped the lungs on inhale. "Okay," Samuel exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. "We've officially seen some crazy shit." He wasn’t wrong. Bunker 027 had held fossilized bones of a creature that resembled a dinosaur but not any species known to science. Its skull had six eye sockets. Bunker 031 was an untouched treasure vault, overflowing with diamonds and precious stones. Joy had called it obscene.

Riyas paused, his mind relaying every detail to Noah. A cackle of bones started at the base of its neck, protruding a series of vertebrae in a singular pattern. The shoulders inched out, and out, until they looked like two beaks on the side, pointed and sharp. Their torso created a cavity big enough to make the waist look abnormally small. It was standing on two feet, the other two, preferably its hands continued their systolic and diastolic exercise until they were carved of muscles and bones. The face remained the same. Its talons grew double the size of wolves and cats alike.

"Of course." He hung up and spun in his chair to stare up at the map of Russia and Mongolia that was pinned to the wall. He would make Dr. Devereaux accompany him to Ulaanbaatar, where his most recent acquisition of a complete velociraptor skeleton was being held securely. If he could get Dr. Devereaux to sign off on the papers and say the fossils came from just outside of Kyakhta, a Russian city on the edge of the Russian-Mongolian border, then he could sell the fossils to an American or European natural history museum for a few million dollars. Devereaux was an expert, one of the world's best on velociraptors. If any other museum claimed it, he would have been called in to verify the origi

I murmured, turning the thick page to reveal a two-page spread of a terrifying canine skeleton. "The bones in these drawings are elongated to support an unnatural muscle mass, and the fangs are way too large for a regular timber wolf," I pointed out the impossible biology. I leaned closer to read the handwritten notes scribbled in the margins, and the dark words made my stomach twist into a cold knot. "You are starting to scare the shit out of me," Connor admitted quietly. "The notes detail specific bone densities and healing rates, and the text describes the creatures shifting their actual skeletal structure under extreme distress," I read aloud.