Anakin Time Travel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It’s her—Thana. She has already started." With a snap of Thana's fingers, everything shifted. The entire town of Tribiano, along with its inhabitants, was transported through time—flung forward into a future they were unprepared for. The once-familiar landscape of Tribiano had vanished, replaced by an eerie, distorted version of itself. The sky was a dark, swirling mass, and a strange, suffocating mist rolled over the land.

Seconds later, they reappeared. “That didn’t work,” Mikan grumbled. “Try touching us both.” Cain stepped between them and laid a hand on each. “Hold on.” The world blinked. They reappeared in Cain’s private room at the retreat. Cain exhaled hard. “It’s a strain, but I can do it. I can get both of you out of danger.” Mikan nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then it’s settled. Now the two of you need to fix this mess.” He made a face. “I’m going to see if I can still transform after being teleported twice. I hate that trick.” He left.

The whole hall fell silent, no one daring to speak. Anika trembled under his touch. "She... she left me a note," she stammered. "It said she wasn't coming, and that I should take her place." "And you didn't tell me?" he roared. "Why would you go along with her plan?" "Because...I wanted to be your Luna," she whimpered. "That's impossible!" he growled, tightening his grip on her arm. "My mate is on one but Scarlett. I only love her."

They encountered fragmented timelines – glimpses of the civilization's past glories intertwined with their desperate future struggles. Finally, they reached the heart of the anomaly – a colossal temporal manipulator, a forgotten artifact humming with chaotic energy. Anya, deciphering cryptic inscriptions on the artifact, discovered it was built by the civilization itself, a desperate attempt to control the passage of time. Their desire to manipulate time, however, had backfired spectacularly. The artifact, malfunctioning due to an unforeseen consequence, was now tearing their timeline apart. Xylo, with his expert knowledge of temporal mechanics, proposed a solution. They could reroute the ar

***** Year 782 Octavus, 13th day of the sixth-month Dailainus Akana wandered through the humongous halls. After many arguments, Akana had finally convinced Sidastir that he could visit the school's main building on his own. Or, to be precise, Akana slipped away when Sidastir had not been attentive. A week had passed since the incident with Zhan, and Sidastir refused to leave his side. First, it had been necessary when Akana could not find his way around the school grounds, but he had now memorized most of the places he had visited.

Cassiopeia Nyx Morning came faster than I could have anticipated. It felt as if the night went by in the twinkle of an eye. The maids came to dress me, but I hardly paid attention. My mind kept morphing and twisting through multiple images. Xeros had left before I woke up. Anakin explained to me that he went for a run, attempting to cool himself down before embarking on the journey. By the time he came back, we were already dressed and ready. Anakin accompanied us, along with a few pack members, in case of any issues that arose.

I undressed myself, and as usual, I soaked my body in a warm bath. I sat in front of my laptop and began to write something down. I calmed myself and let my imagination do justice to whatever story I had in mind. Now that I think about it, I would like to try a time travel story in which my FL will end up with another male lead. I doubt I will do a good job but I am going to give it my all. Knock… “Come in," I said and Annie stepped inside the room with a tray of food. “I brought your food, ma'am," she said with a bow and raised her head.

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.

He was a grim reaper who have lived for over three hundred years, but recently took up the throne of Dragon Pack after the death of the deceased Luna from the ninety-seventh generation. "Greetings, Alpha," His minions greeted him as they all bowed, but his pair of green eyes were piercing into space with fury in them. His thick black hair was curled on his head with some strands laying on his forehead, his jawline was visible as he gritted his teeth. His pointed nose, long eyelashes, plump and pink lips, chiseled face, broad chest, and perfect height, were everything to call this man the sexiest man. For someone who had lived for hundredths of years, how was he still looking this young? You

Kyana stated, placing her hand over her chest. "I trust you. It's time for me to go." Goddess Luna said before disappearing into thin air. "Now, let's send you home, Kyana." Adrian said, smiling at her. "I don't want to walk, Adrian. I'm hungry." Kyana unconciously whined. "Don't worry, you won't need to walk. You'll be at your destination in the blink of an eye." He said with a smirk. "Huh?" Kyana looked at the enchanter confusingly as the latter giggled, mischief clearly evident in his beautiful and bright hazel eyes.