Fleeting Times Novels & Stories

"Just tear off your calendar and wait for the final day." Emmett was stunned when he saw how she took her hand back. His tone finally softened when he said, "Alright. I'll definitely give you a satisfactory reply in three days."

“But your time is running almost three times faster than mine.” He paused, then added, “And it’s accelerating.” That was worse than I wanted to admit. It wasn’t good. Nothing had attacked us yet, but the time anomaly wasn’t little, and that uneasy premonition only grew stronger. Then the mark flared again. Three flashes. The second team. But then—four more flashes followed. Four? We hadn’t even placed a third mark yet. Every single one of us froze. The silence that followed was suffocating.

Rewritten. The arcs now hang without compulsory order. Battlefield exists. But does not require reenactment. House exists. But does not demand inevitability. Death exists. But is not leverage. Love exists. But is not anchor. Time is not gone. It is altered. The lattice no longer spins. It hums. Flat. Wide. Infinite. I stand within it, breathing steadily. No pressure. No grinding. No indexing. Time is not hungry. It is… expansive.

"Finally, the Alpha King has found his true fated mate." "I heard that they're already done with the decorations at the Moon Palace, too." I curled up on the cold bunk bed, shivering all over. Had time really passed so quickly after all? So five years of love and companionship had ended up being so easily replaced by someone else. When I closed my eyes in despair, I suddenly felt a pain in my abdomen. I was stunned for a bit as I instinctively reached for my belly. Seconds later, I felt a new, foreign life force gently responding to me.

I now see our marriage as just a minor episode in the long journey of my life. A tidal wave of regret swept over Lester after hearing Natalie's response. He remembered the night he proposed, vowing to love her and only her for the rest of his life. He thought back to the first year of their marriage, which had been filled with warmth and genuine happiness. He then realized that from the moment he strayed, their marriage had begun to grow cold and desolate, and the vibrant, radiant smile he once cherished had withered away with it. Lester had been indifferent back then. He figured that as long as she was still his wife on paper, everything was fine. He failed to realize that Natalie hadn't fa

** Tempus Summatum - drifter of time. One who can manipulate time. One who glides on the sands of time. When I had come back into consciousness, Aza explained to me - to us - what tempus summatum was; Sajida had left right when I passed out. Silently, like a cold, bitter wind pushing through.

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

I asked, unsure of my own words. “How about a month?” my aunt rephrased, “really get to know them, get all the juicy details. Flair Mag is offering you a top entertainment position if you manage to get it done. I know you dream of working for them and this is the fastest ticket there,” Aunt Molly explained. I looked down yet again at the sheet knowing very well Aunt Molly was right. I had been dreaming to work there as an Entertainment journalist for years, and that would be made possible if I completed the task. My career would officially take off but- there was always a -but.

He looked at my eyes seriously and that also made me more serious to listen to him attentively. "The Clepsydra. An hourglass but not the usual one. It contains water instead of sands. That's what they used to manipulate time," he said while looking at me directly at my eyes. Clepsydra? I haven't heard that word yet. I don't even have an idea of whatever it is if Cayden didn't tell me what it is. It's just new to me and just by how mysterious its name is, I know that it'll give us a hard time having it or whatever he's planning to do with it. But wait... Did he just tell me things about time?

Christina's voice remained calm, yet it pierced straight into Lucien's heart like the sharpest dagger. He stumbled back, step by step, until his shoulders hit the wall with a dull thud. There was no way out. All color drained from Lucien's face. He opened his mouth but couldn't form a single word. Christina abruptly stepped back, the mocking smile on her lips vanishing. "You can't even answer such a simple question," she said, her tone cutting. "What else is there to explain? If I could turn back time, Lucien, I'd rather have never met you."