Alternative Timelines Novels & Stories

Because she had come back too— Back from ten years in the future. *** Half a month later, Jace had lost over ten pounds. He looked like a shadow of himself. Robert finally gave in and promised that after the SATs, he could go find Nadia. So the second the SATs were over, Jace got on a flight overseas. During that time, Faye had tried reaching out to him several times. He ignored every message. He moved through each day like a shell of himself. Robert, meanwhile, released the surveillance footage from before the staged kidnapping.

Her mother, having been the last to die, was the first to have her body returned to life, the fire from Prometheus leaving her bones, followed by blood and flesh and finally clothes. This happened to everyone else; from Jenna to Franc, from Franc to Katie then Carter, followed by Henry, Marcus, Carmen, Cassie and Lucas, all coming back to life in a reset timeline. Time was still turning back until both Carol and Diana had been restored up to the point when Prometheus was behind the door, ready to tear it apart and kill everybody like it had happened before in the previous timeline. The effect of reversing time wore out when Viper saw herself, that is the past version of herself-the Viper tha

Damian grabbed his arm, pulling him close, shielding the belly with his body. “The Core’s death didn’t close everything,” he said, voice tight. “It tore holes. Rifts to other worlds. Other versions of us. The timeline is fracturing.” The rift widened. Figures began to emerge. Not hybrids. Not clones. Versions of themselves. The first was the dominant Alex from the swapped timeline taller, colder, wearing a tailored black uniform with the collar and chain embedded with glowing crystals. His eyes held no mercy, only absolute command. Behind him came the broken Damian collared, chained, eyes downcast in perfect submission.

he explained. "Ta, Na," Harso said, "thanks to the data from Rajata, it looks like we can soon find a way to read your pile of information." "Oh," said the Rajata, "oh, really?" Harso smiled. "It's quite difficult to explain," he replied, "in essence, as long as the Reference Point you gave us hints at the different timelines between two identical events but at different times of occurrence. Rajata just nodded at the explanation. Unconsciously he issued a long yawn.

I walked with him to the training grounds and when he was talking to Hideyoshi and the others, I quietly walked back to the castle. It wasn't like I didn't want him to know about the story I told but because I don't know what repercussions would happen if he knew about that story. He could try and change things and if he did that, I could cease to exist. There's still a lot of things I don't know about when I got transmigrated into this timeline. I'm afraid of changing anything. I've already changed a lot since I got here and I don't want to mess up any further. It's better for him to just stay clueless and let me do what I do best, making history repeat itself.

Time travel; what are the odds? I scrolled down and read lightly. In his article, he said it is theoretically possible to time travel to the past, like I have, in certain general relativity spacetime geometries that permit traveling faster than the speed of light, such as cosmic strings, traversable wormholes, and Alcubierre drives. Travelling faster than the speed of light? If I have done that, does that mean it was so fast I hadn't noticed? Does that mean he somehow found a way to make other places permit travelling faster than light?

“Not the best idea. We are in a timeline before you died. Well, in only a few minutes you’ll be...you know.” My jaw settles into a painful clench. Right, I’m about to be murdered at the hands of a stranger, by the instructions of my mate. Time nudges my side, motioning to a bush across the road from my house, not too far from where we stand now, but far enough for the wind to carry our voices away. A girl crouches beside Time...another Time from this current era. She has dark hair, similar to mine, but when she turns to face Time, she has deeper blue eyes than mine. She’s pretty...what is her business with Time?

The mate bond severing as she died in my arms, cursing me with her final breath. "Next time," she'd promised in that vision, "we'll be free." Next time. Was this the next time? Had Lumina somehow lived through that nightmare timeline, died, and been given another chance? The thought was insane. Impossible. But I'd seen too much in the supernatural world to completely dismiss it. Time manipulation existed. We had a five-year-old who could open portals through dimensional space. Riley saw multiple possible futures. Why couldn't someone—or something—have sent Lumina back?