Alternative Timelines Novels & Stories

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

I thought of Duncan. I was actually going to meet him... or the him he was... is... The situation was complicated, even for me. Duncan. I wondered what he was doing in the future. Was he searching for me? Had he even noticed I was gone? One of the things I learned from Isabelle was that there is no such thing as linear time. Man fabricated it to support the reality he chose to experience when he was placed on the planet. Many creatures other than men -such as vampires- are aware of this to some extent and can in many ways bend time. This meant that, if a person knew the way to break the barriers that split the illusion of time into linear sectors, it was possible to go back and forth

Silence crashed violently across the frozen cliffside. Elaine blinked. “What?” The old man’s expression hardened instantly. Their Adrian looked stunned, too. Interesting. Apparently, he didn’t know that either. Older Adrian smiled coldly. “That’s the problem with timelines,” he said softly. “Eventually, the dead stop staying dead.” A crack suddenly spread across the frozen sky above them. Reality flickered violently. For half a second— Elaine saw another world overlapping theirs. A ruined city burning beneath crimson clouds. Bodies scattered across empty streets.

It was a Philosophical Schism. ​In the "Third Edition" vault, the living vellum began to split into two distinct "Timelines." One side of the moss-like surface showed a future of Planetary Integration humanity living in harmony with the biological infrastructure, never leaving the Earth. The other side showed Cosmic Expansion the Resonance-Engine being used to build "Ink-Ships" that would carry the human signature to other worlds. ​"The map is fighting itself," Damian said, his hand hovering over the dividing line on the vellum. "One half wants to stay in the garden. The other half wants to climb the fence."

The reality is if he died in the future he would also seize to exist in the past. As the journal said, “Both timelines were dependent and never independent of each other. If you pulled the plug on one, the other ceases to exist.” His wristwatch told him the time was 5:45am October 29th 2038 and by his calculation based on the concept of the impossible destination, the time was 11:55am October 28th 2016 back in the timeline of his present.

Valen narrowed his eyes at her, exasperation glimmering in their depths. “When time is reversed, errors and accidents occur in the chronology of events. It creates anomalies of natural disasters, time loops and what we call 'unpredictables.' It shifts the balance of everything out of order. You gave the mighty Cronus extra work.” She elaborated as a just cause for the game without raising her voice to his level. “Even so, this is ridiculous. Stop this gambling with our lives.” Valen debated, standing up for us.

He took his chip and looked in sorrow. “We can’t able to stop him. He's going on time. Now what will happen?” I asked Chris hopelessly. “Everything’s going to change. We will go backwards in time. It’s not the time machine you have seen in tv shows. It has far worse consequences. We all will be late 18th century or 19th century. The worst part is no one will remember anyone." “Unbelievable. how can I forget you and Maddy, Alex?"

The red and black moons on her back blazed to life. Suddenly—Elya stood before her. But not as she remembered. Elya wore obsidian armor. Wings of broken time stretched behind her. “Mom,” she said softly. “You can’t kill Nyra.” Ava rose. “Then what do I do?” “Forgive her.” 6. The Memory War The Vault trembled. Two timelines crashed into each other. One where Ava died in childbirth. One where Elya never returned. Kael was pulled between reflections—each showing a version of him who never loved her or died protecting her.

he added and bit his lip. He finally said the crux of the matter. Yes. Not only worlds can look the same, but the people living in these worlds, too, can look the same, despite the difference between their timelines. They thought. So, there might be another Hail in this world, another Blue… etc. "Well – " Hail muttered. They looked at him.

Aidan leans in. “Where.” I hesitate. Because the answer— Doesn’t make sense. “It’s not in space,” I say. “Then where is it.” I look at the readout. At the data that shouldn’t be possible. “It’s in the system timeline.” Silence. Then— “…I’m sorry, what,” Matteo says. “It’s not a spatial anomaly,” I explain. “It’s temporal.” “That’s not better.” “No.” Aidan nods slowly. “It’s an echo of a previous state.”