Novelas y relatos de Alternative Timelines

Blake said, thinking of the butterfly effect. “I’m from an alternant timeline. I changed the course of the main timeline when I accidentally entered the Time Stream. All I’m sure of is that the timeline I came from has been destroyed by my entrance into the Time Stream. I destroyed my world and everyone I loved.” Siter Terrie then began to cry even harder. “Now, dear, how were you supposed to know? Maybe your timeline was not destroyed, and you can return to it.” Goddess Maia tried to console the woman beside her by hugging her.

Who are you? Vale looked at him. That depends on which timeline you mean. Adrian's expression changed. Another version of me. Vale smiled. Not another version. The original. Adrian's face went pale. Ethan looked between them. You said you were from another timeline. I am. Adrian looked at Vale. But he was already there before my timeline existed. Vale nodded. Exactly. Ethan felt a strange pressure in his mind. The timelines weren't separate. They were branches.

I hadn’t touched anything since sitting down. **AUTHORIZED USER DETECTED.** My breath caught. The facility had recognized my presence on its own, the same quiet, patient way the rest of Margaret’s system seemed to know me before I introduced myself to it. **REVIEW MATERIAL AVAILABLE.** I opened it. Not money. Not property. A simple timeline, several dates highlighted along its length. The earliest reached back years. The latest sat only weeks from today. The timeline didn’t stop there. It continued past the present, into dates that hadn’t happened yet.

"We're not trying to reform the old system. We're building a new one that makes the old one irrelevant." Olyrienne stood, stretching. "I'm going to check timelines where we succeed versus timelines where we fail. See if there are patterns we can exploit." "Be careful," I warned. "Too much Hemlock use and you start losing track of which timeline you're actually in." "I know my limits." She smiled slightly. "Besides, I've gotten good at finding timelines where we win. They're rare, but they exist. That's enough to keep trying." After she left, Amon pulled me aside. "You're doing that thing again."

she asked. Ellis nodded. “Yes, that is why people from the same timeline can become jumpers and bring back women on the verge of death,” Ellis prompted. “So, if we go to your time period and never meet your parents… but they know that you are healthy and okay… it will be okay, right?” she said. There was a big smile on her face. “Don’t tell me, you want to hop onto a ship and go to both of our timelines?” she asked. Cristine nodded conspiratorially. “It’s not a bad idea,” Ellis allowed. “You could meet my parents while I meet yours.” And then she grew silent.

Lost. Another. Damon. Another. Zephyr. Another. Erebus. All of them. All True Voids. All my mates in their doomed future. "We are you." They speak together. "From timelines where you failed. Where the eighteen years passed. Where the Void King pieces merged. Where you became us." Horror crashes through me. "How many timelines? How many versions of us failed?" "Infinite." They surround us. "Every possible future. Every choice. Every path. All leading here. To this. To void. To nothing."

James was puzzled. Henrik thought for a while and said, “Let me put it simply for you. Basically, the future has gone haywire. The Heavenly Path collapsed, and the River of Time was messed up. There has been a mix-up in the Primeval Age, the Ancient Heavenly Court Age, Primordial Age, and the Apocalypse Age. This has caused an overlap in history.” “So what does it have to do with your sudden appearance?” James was still perplexed. James did not believe Henrik’s story that the future had fallen to shambles causing the collapse of the Heavenly Path and messing up the River of Time. His statement about the overlap of different ages was hard to believe as well.

What I had never once done was see them in order, arranged end to end, the way they had actually happened rather than the scattered way I had found them. Seen like that, something shifted. These were not separate betrayals anymore. They were a sequence. A construction schedule, exactly the way Marcus had called it months ago. Two entirely separate timelines, I realized, watching her hand move across the paper. One where I believed I was simply unlucky, grieving, slowly rebuilding a body that had failed me. And underneath it, running the exact same length, another timeline entirely, patient and deliberate, tracking every single thing I did not yet know enough to protect myself against.

And he wept again. Not for the lives lost. But because I still saw him. When we returned, the skies cracked. Not storm. Portals. Across the realm. And from each, a figure stepped out. Versions of us. Different timelines. Different choices. All converging. And behind them—something older. Something waking.

Arthur exhaled sharply. “That’s a distinction without comfort.” Naomi suddenly checked the tablet again. Her expression changed immediately. “No…” Arthur stepped forward. “What now?” Naomi turned the screen. The countdown had changed again. Not just speed. Structure. The numbers were no longer linear. They were branching. Gabriel blinked. “What am I looking at?” Arthur answered slowly. “Multiple timelines of arrival.” Silence. Elena stared at it. “They’re converging.” Naomi nodded. “Yes.” Arthur whispered,