Bleach Time Travel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I am known as Lady Eve to many in this time period. After listening to the two British men, I tried to think back to what would be good time periods to reenter my life. My great, great, great mother Dora said I had to go back to that moment in time when she pulled me out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t alter the events that had happened too far to the point of creating a new event to happen. I couldn’t possibly stop them from holding me hostage. However, I could go back in time to do little, small things to ensure I survived the ordeal. In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her.

He tried to think what would happen because of the thing he was doing then, both good and bad. "The Time War, 13 February, 1979." He wrote. Then he closed his eyes, waiting for to return in the precious past. He was waiting for the moment to disappear everything around him, that filthy cottage, the giant robot outside, the smell of beeswax, nothing but his mother's pretty face would appear before his eyes... But instead, he felt a firm hand gripping his shoulder. "What the heck do you think you're doing, you little stupid Plancee?" a bald-headed person said through gritted teeth, standing behind him, that man's eyes were red and horrible and intense.

"Black holes." "Damn it! Hey, Hyun Ki! What are you—" Gael disagreed with my decision, and neither did the others. But in an instant, they disappeared in no time... It worked, I managed to transfer them all to another time and place. I looked back at the fake Jack who had pulled off his black cloak. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

I glance at my phone, "I've been gone for like 20 minutes already. I don't know." "The best thing about time travel, I've realized, is that when you return, it's like no time has passed," he twirls the remote in his hand. "You in?" I smirk, "Hell yeah."

She eagerly chipped in. “You can travel up to a maximum of three months back into the past through the time travelling portal Hemon showed me. Not really you, but me. He said the prophecy, again…mentioned that I have the power to change the past” “And I guess there are consequences? What are they?” “Getting stuck forever in the black hole” He plainly answered, without any sign of distress. “Terrible” She admitted in a low tone “He shouldn’t have showed you such a terrible place”

Particularly triggered by the stench of blood—which probably triggered the traumatizing memory of the death of her husband—my mother, worried and frightened at the same time, want me to stay close to her so I am not lost, not because, uh, the blood. I do get an origin question from my mother regarding the blood. How am I able to look so bloody soaking wet in just a matter of few seconds. Her sentences added some intel inside the notes I made regarding the existence of a parallel universe called the Flesh, that the time spent in the real world differs from the time spent inside that cavernous labyrinth. A few hours there is equal to just a few seconds in the real world, which mean, I got soak

I’ve been cursed by a man who’s now dead, a man who bound me to him in death. Blake saw this–saw some version of what he calls my timeline–saw that my time was limited. For whatever reason, I don’t feel sad. I’m just disappointed, I guess. We could have had a lot more time if we hadn’t been so… scared. The elevator stops, opening to reveal a simple, modern foyer surrounded by windows overlooking the sparkling city below, and a single door. Blake wordlessly takes me inside his apartment, which is exactly what I thought it’d be. Clean, gray, and modern. It smells like him–brisk, icy, with hints of that cologne he’s worn since I first met him.

So why is she seeing it again? Lydia rushed to the mirror to confirm her suspicions, and was shocked. The girl in the mirror was her, but at the same time not her. The girl in the mirror looked like an 19 year old girl, but she was a 29 year old woman when she died. So does this mean she was reborn, traveling back in time, ten years prior to the end of her life? Lydia stared at the mirror and the corner of her lips slowly rose high. ‘Family… I’m back.’

It simply couldn't. With trembling hands, Axel reached for his phone on the bedside table. He fumbled to unlock it, his fingers moving with a sense of urgency he couldn't explain. When he finally opened the calendar app, his breath caught in his throat. The date on his phone's calendar was unmistakable—six months earlier than it should have been. Axel's mind raced as he grappled with the impossible truth. He had been transported back in time. Panic and confusion swirled within him. He couldn't comprehend how this was possible, why he had been given a chance to relive the past. It defied all logic and reason, and Axel's thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind.

Or maybe time manipulation will guarantee sufficient time for them in preparing themselves for events like this. I went down again while I was currently blow drying my hair. I saw that Sam’s already seated in front of our vanity mirror, fixing herself even if there’s nothing more to fix nor improve. She has this pale body and a slim body that suits her impeccably. I saw how her amber feline eyes narrowed when she saw that I was staring at her. “You should fix yourself, Heizel. We have to leave in few minutes.” Once again, I let out a deep breath as I picked up the dress she gave me and made my way to the bathroom. Before I could even enter the bathroom, I saw Dad going down the steps.