The blood of extinction CHAPTER-1: THE LOST ROAR
A sci-fi bloody adventure to the land of extinct giants which will make you bleed when they roar.
A research team crashes on the uncharted Mrityudweep, discovering resurrected dinosaurs and a secret NYN9 Pharma facility. As raptors hunt them, they uncover Project 57, a hybrid predator awakening in the shadows, hinting at a deadlier threat ahead.
CHAPTER- 1: THE LOST ROAR
The helicopter blades sliced through the humid air of the Indian Ocean as Dr. Surya Deshmukh stared out the window, his reflection Trembling over the endless blue.
The coordinates weren’t supposed to exist — a blank patch between the Andamans and Sumatra, unmarked even in satellite archives.
But it was there.
A Landmass hidden beneath a shroud of mist and magnetic distortion.
They called it “Mrityudweep” — The Island of Death.
Beside Surya, his team shifted uneasily — Major Rudra Pratap, ex-commando with a soldier’s scars; Anaya Iyer, the young Paleobiologist who still believed in the thrill of discovery; and Kavi, the camera operator documenting what could be India’s greatest scientific find.
The pilot’s voice crackled.
“Approaching target zone. Sir, the compasses are spinning.”
Surya leaned forward. “Hold steady. Just ten more clicks.”
Suddenly — a Thunderous Screech pierced the sky. The helicopter Jolted. Something massive Swept past the Rotor blades — a blur of scales and wings.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” Anaya screamed.
The chopper Spiraled, alarms blaring. The last thing Surya saw before blacking out was a shadow with teeth the size of Machetes diving through the fog.
When he opened his eyes, the world was quiet.
The helicopter lay broken Amidst ferns the height of trees. Steam hissed from its remains.
Rudra was dragging Kavi out, blood soaking his sleeve. Anaya was alive — barely — gasping, eyes wild with disbelief.
“Where… are we?”
Surya stood, turning slowly. The forest around them pulsed with sound — the crack of distant branches, the hiss of unseen predators. And then — a deep, echoing thud… thud… thud.
The ground trembled.
They ducked as something emerged from the mist — a colossal saurian figure, muscles rippling beneath reptilian skin, its amber eyes gleaming through the fog.
A Tyrannosaurus, alive. Breathing. Hunting.
Kavi whispered, trembling, “That’s impossible…”
Rudra raised his rifle. Surya stopped him.
“No bullets. If it bleeds, it hunts harder.”
The creature sniffed the air, bellowed — a roar so ancient it vibrated in their bones — and then vanished into the jungle.
Anaya stared at Surya, voice shaking. “You knew… didn’t you?”
His silence was answer enough.
Finally, he said, “This place… it’s not unknown. It’s unforgotten. In the 1970s, an Indian research mission tried to terraform this region. They failed. The jungle didn’t want to die — it brought something back.”
Hours later, the group found the ruins of a metal structure — half-buried, rusted, but unmistakably manmade.
A corroded logo still clung to one wall: NYN9 PHARMA (1978).
Rudra muttered, “Same company that vanished after the collapse.”
Anaya frowned. “You mean they created these creatures?”
Surya brushed his hand along a fossilized claw mark — as wide as a human torso.
“Not created. Resurrected.”
A sudden snarl tore through the air. Kavi turned — camera raised — just as a raptor lunged from the brush, claws flashing.
The screen went red.
Surya and Rudra dragged Anaya away, blood staining the ferns. The jungle screamed with motion — dozens of them, fast, coordinated, intelligent.
Rudra fired wildly. “They’re herding us!”
Surya shouted, “Run to the facility!”
They burst through a broken metal door, slamming it shut behind them as claws raked the steel.
Inside — darkness. Rows of glass tubes filled with green fluid. Inside each — something curled, breathing faintly.
Anaya whispered, “Are those… embryos?”
Before Surya could answer, a low rumble echoed from deep within the base — metallic, rhythmic, almost like footsteps.
Rudra flicked on his flashlight. The beam landed on a massive tank marked:
PROJECT 57: RECLAMATION PHASE — ACTIVE.
And from within the tank — an eye opened.
Cold. Slitted. Watching them.
For a moment, they thought it was another dinosaur.
Then its shape shifted — long limbs, plated hide, a skull too human, too aware.
Anaya whispered, “That’s… not supposed to exist…”
The creature twitched — a hybrid of predator and experiment, something born from DNA that should never have met.
And then it smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The jungle never forgot its creators — it simply evolved to hunt them better.
Author's note
thank you for reading , more chapters will follow soon – keep coming.