Fantasy Time Travel Books Novels & Stories

When Ryan mumbled and sat down on the floor, Janet came up behind him and snatched the book from his grasp. Holy Crap! Finn's thesis on the subject of time travel is presented here. Janet was aware of this because she had assisted Finn with some research at the time. Or maybe it was Ethan? Janet furrowed her brows as she turned to the middle of the book. After a few minutes of careful reading, it became clear that this was no longer about time travel. It tells the story of an ancient lycan and his mate, and the journey they took from the 17th century to the 13th century during that time.

“Spirit Tool, where do you think Thea is at the moment?” The Spirit Tool said, “Hard to say. The River of Time is terrifying. It is connected to the past, present, and future. In normal circumstances, no one can pass through the River of Time. However, as wisdom knows no boundaries, humans have managed to invent many treasures that go against the Heavenly Path. The treasures allow one to return to the past or travel into the future as they please. Even so, accidents may occur during the transportation process. My theory is that Xandros doesn’t know much about the Time Capsule, and thus couldn’t control time accurately. This caused you to be separated from Thea. She might have arrived at the

It was infuriating. I nodded my head and left his office heading out of the church and towards the trees behind it, the minute I was out of view from the town's folk my flames consumed me and I was back in Hell's castle court. Demons can only time travel because in the different planes of existence, time travels at different speeds, and because demons were designed to travel in between the planes. They could enter different pockets of time if they knew how to time their portals. Being royals, my brothers and I and even my mother had an easier time jumping between planes, we are also able to control who can see us and who we will remain invisible to.

“They came back in time. Can’t they take you forward?” “Anton brought them back. Sophie has magic but lacks the skill and Clifford never learned to develop his. It is like he has no magic at all,” she said with a defeated tone. “I am surprised, since your father is his brother and his magic is strong.” “It’s no wonder Anton is so depleted. This is crazy,” I spat. I knew that not everyone who was magical could travel time like Lance and Anton but that didn’t make hearing that Clifford wasn’t even magical and Sophie lacked the skill any easier to accept.

“Your wish is granted.” Then a snap echoed, along with the key that turned the knob, opening the door as the scene in front of her once more shifted. Into the time and moment where she meets that other shard of ‘him’. The equivalent exchange of the prince in the other book and world. “The Call of Death.” The words, the title, and the very book pertain to the person and time that she will be about to see and meet. The world is one of Carlos’s favorite books. “WELL THEN.”

Once she’s finished, she goes to take a shower before sitting on the chair by her study table. Taking out a notebook and pencil, she began to write possible plots for her book. She leaned back against the chair thinking of how ironic it is. She was an author and now she’s living as a teenager again. ‘Rebirth. Time Travel...Magic? Maybe a little romance?’ ‘Alright. I could start on that.’ With a pen on hand, she began to create a world where magic existed. She took inspiration from her own experience and wrote how she came to be in the girl’s body and in this time.

I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. Months go by like this and I begin to lose hope. I have taken to stealing to keep up my supplies as I am dragged world by world, the tugging never ceasing. "I must have travelled to at least a hundred worlds by now. Maybe I should just head home and tell father that this was all a lost cause." I think, the depression begin to overcome my resolve. The tugging begins again and I am once more thrown from one world into the next. **************************************************************************************************************************************************************

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

, she asked. “Then you would not have dreams of ravens…” She flipped the pages of the book in her hand while Edgar ate quietly. She chuckled, “The element of time rest in the hands of the chosen one. The ability to alter and stop time…”, she read aloud, “Has this ever happened?”, she asked Edgar. Edgar almost spat out the milk back into his cup, “Stop time?” Cleo nodded, a puzzled expression on her face. Read on Edgar instructed. “THE ABILITY TO ALTER AND STOP TIME LIES WITH THE

"Wow, that was a lot to take in." Christian said nothing, instead he closed the book. "What is that book, anyway?" Christian ran his hand over the cover, "our history. Well, not just ours but the gods and titans and faeries." "You mean fairies?" Christian chuckled, "you will know the difference soon enough." "There's a difference?" He nodded, "but that is nothing to worry your head about. The Fates gift this book to all Alpha’s, Horde leaders or whoever governs over a Supernatural being, once you open it and find what you seek. It sucks you in, taking you back in time."