Ancient Time Travel Stories Novels & Stories

As long as Jason did not make a move, no one in this chaotic world could gather the ten famous swords together. Then the seal would never be broken. The legend of immortality was true, but there was a big conspiracy behind the truth. That was because there was similarly a group of survivors of the pre-archean times who wanted to wreak havoc in this world. The history of the antiquity times was a bloody history against the survivors of the pre-archean times. However, as the era changed, those things had long disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only a few words in the ancient books and records.

I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline. If someone will ask me who I am, my only answer will be…I am someone lost in time.

Demarion sighs, "And to be honest, if I did not feel like I was betraying you by keeping this in, I would." Aakifahlynn thought Oh Goddess, would he just spit it out? Whatever it was. But she gathered it was a complex topic for him to broach, and her curiosity skyrocketed, especially as it was the day before the battle. She hoped to the Goddess that it was nothing that would deter their plans. "Ok, I get it, go on." She urged instead. Now, Aakifahlynn never divulged that she traveled back in time to the 1400s, not physically, like 1405 Aakifahlynn did when she herself went further back in time.

"But I don't know if it's the right time." Aiden looked at me, his eyes filled with both relief and worry. "So, we've traveled through time? And this future... it's undergone some catastrophic event." Hunter, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. His eyes, shimmering with intensity, revealed a secret he had been holding back. "I believe we've traveled to the right place and time," he said solemnly. "Time moves differently in different realms, and for every week we spent trapped in the past, a year passed in the future. Something could have happened while we were gone."

Yolandi said with a smile as she passed the busts of men. “What are your people?” Dr. Dubois reacted a bit scared standing at the end of the pack, next to the same man from earlier, who seemed to be following behind. “We are part of the human race, we are further advanced than the modern homo sapiens. Through centuries of evolution here we have evolved faster, stronger, taller, and we have thicker skin to adapt to the extreme cold.” she stared them down intensely. “You can only live for one week without sustenance, we can live for two. We are the same but different. We have lived down here since the Norsemen put down their swords and axes and picked up their staff for sheep.”

"Hey, watch it man! People are walking here!" "Ah screw you! Are you blind? Can't you see the lights are green? Or do you think your father owns this place or something? F*** off, Mr. Royal Highness!" "Hey there, handsome tourist! This is a cursed lamp used by Emperor Hugo in the Tyno Era! You're lucky you met me today, or you wouldn't have seen such an impressive artifact in all your life! You might not know, but this is the greatest thing since the invention of sliced bread!"

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

But now, these ancient beings some with skin like shimmering stone, others with eyes glowing like stars prepared for war. The leader of the Ancients, an imposing figure with a long silver beard and piercing azure eyes, stepped forward. His voice was deep, resonant, carrying authority. “The Syndicate’s newest weapon is their time machine. They aim to rewrite history, reshape reality to their will. If we do not stop them, all existence will unravel.” Ryen’s jaw clenched. “A time machine? How do we fight something that can manipulate the past?” The ancient nodded knowingly. “We have allies—others who have faced such threats before. But it will require more than brute force. We must infiltrate t

Eloise sat frozen, heart aching, eyes brimming with tears. Frantically, she searched her phone for answers, most of them confusing—until one article stood out. She tapped it. A bold heading appeared: “Understanding the Effects of Time Travel.” “This is it,” she whispered, reading on. Time travelers often feel fear and confusion, as if trapped in a vivid dream. That sounded familiar. But the next lines chilled her: “Time travel can offer second chances, but sometimes it becomes a cruel loop—forcing people to relive trauma and loss.”

"She said it was necessary for my journey. That it could… stop the time." Grandfather’s expression sharpened. "What?" I hesitated before repeating, "It’s an ancient magic—one that can freeze time, or so she claimed." His jaw tightened, his gaze flicking to the satchel as if he could see through the leather to the vial inside. "And you believe that?" "Of course I do." Grandfather exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "There is no such magic, Luna. Not in a vial, not in any potion. Time is not something you can bottle up and command at will."