A Journey Through Time Book Novels & Stories

I found it, I said and pulled out a book. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I paused for a while and stared at the cover of the book. Henry uncontrollably travels back and forth through time. He cannot choose the time and place he would like to travel to. Will I even know if I travel to the past or the future?

I let the rainbow colours come again. The Here and Now It's taken way too long to get to Tim's home, back from my trip to the lake. “Hey Alex, nice to have you back. Susan will drop by in a moment to discuss something about the band, but we've got some time right now.” Tim cheerfully greets me at the door. I run past him to the bookcase. And on the way I yell, "Do you still have the book The Time Machine?" "No sorry, I lost it a long time ago. Otherwise I would have already given it to you when you started about time travel.”

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.

“The reason why I asked you to bring me that book, wasn’t because I was curious about it, it’s because it is a special book.” “You mean Valentine’s Day?” He asked curiously and I nodded. “What do you mean by special?” “I don’t know how to explain this, but the book has some special powers that allowed the time travel to happen.” I explained and Nathan’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Apparently, we are characters in this book.” “What? You mean we are inside a book?” He queried and I nodded. “That’s….” He looked at me suspiciously and I understood he probably thought that I was crazy.

that I had built from nothing was now one of the group's most profitable subsidiaries. The HR director nearly spilled her coffee when she saw my resignation letter. "Ms. Shaw, you're resigning? Does Mr. Carter know?" I smiled faintly. "He's swamped right now." Seeing the flash of sympathy in her eyes, I knew the entire company was watching my embarrassment play out. Back at the western suburbs villa, this place had once been our quiet retreat, somewhere we'd occasionally stay for peace. My small fragrance studio was still here. While packing, I found a yellowed note tucked inside a book called "The History of Perfume". It was Alex's handwriting, youthful yet bold.

Each step felt heavier than the last, like the house itself was trying to push me back out. When I reached my door, I slipped inside and closed it behind me. The moment it clicked shut, I locked it. I didn’t waste time standing around. I crossed the room, pulled out the small velvet journal from my vanity drawer, and sat on my bed. My fingers trembled as I undid the silver clasp and opened to the first blank page. The words poured out before I even knew what I was writing. Time travel? How did I return to the past? How do I prevent my fate?

When breakfast was finally served, I pushed my food around my plate until the fairy eyed me suspiciously. “Why the long face?” she asked, slapping a spoonful of jam onto her own pancake. “The living book isn't helping,” I admitted. “I ask, it answers, but it makes no sense.” She tilted her head, then shrugged. “Well, you do know the book can take you back in time, don’t you?” I blinked. “What?” Her eyes twinkled as she chewed. “Mhm. We don’t have one here, but everyone in the magical circles knows about the living book. It carries timelines. It doesn’t just answer, it remembers.”

I find it more of a comfort, I suppose I am a creature of the dark, therefore I am more accustomed to it. I return to her, watching as her fingers mindlessly reach for another book on her stack, but she is an inch short. I reach out, handing it to her. I admit I feel at home there, back in her vicinity. She takes it, and I examine the books she packs through. I pick one up and ponder which section of the library she is working on. Ah, "The Time Before," the full account of Alexander's rule. The abundance and all that came before the Mages Curse. Before all death fell forward, before chaos, before Loss, before the emblems of war.

After completing the list, he realized that all the things there were extremely rare and hard to find— It wouldn’t be possible for him to collect all of them. Luckily, in that sixty-two years, he unknowingly made acquaintance with one of that world’s god. That god helped him collect the materials he needed and he finally made it back. After coming back, he wrote a book, detailing all the experience he had. That book was what Alex was holding—the reference he relied in the beginning in making the time portal. Lei was amazed with the contents of the book. Although he couldn’t understand everything that was written, just looking at the detailed drawings and descriptions, he couldn’t help but pr

It gave him some semblance of peace to witness such a miraculous occurrence. To his disappointment, the contentment that he normally felt during this time eluded him. His mind was filled with confusion and frustration. He’d intently listened to Ari’s tale of woes about all that occurred while journeying from Center Land to his home and was sorry for what she’d endured during it. A trip that should have taken her no more than two days on foot – less on horseback - had lasted the better part of a week. She’d been so preoccupied with fleeing for her life -as well as traumatized by the sight and sound of her mare being devoured- that she’d gone off her intended route and was lost in a barre