Infinite Timeline Novels & Stories

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

‘So those 2 aren’t from this world after all. “Answer me.” Based on Chad’s terrified expression, Sherlock figured he was right. “So someone did come out of the Outer Burst anomaly. This is revolutionary!” Sherlock became so excited when he received this confirmation that he started rambling to himself without giving a care to the others. “This proves my theory about transdimensional travel across distant timelines being possible for humans. Time isn’t a linear construct as many of us have misconstrued it to be. It is a continuous quantum strain of interconnected variants taking part in all sorts of realities.

"How are you supposed to know something is wrong if the goddess of destiny is dead? I suspect this isn't the first time it has happened. In your infinite wisdom, Quene, have you ever heard of timeline alteration?" ".....no." "Yet, it seems to have happened multiple times. I don't think it happened intentionally on her part because according to her, she killed herself to arrive at this present timeline. The timeline shifting, taking an entire world to the past can only mean one thing; there's already a hole in our time and space, a hole that has existed for such a long time that it is essentially easy for any superior being to invade our world. It's only a miracle it hasn't happened yet. We h

He left before I could even say anything. That was weird, he's always like that whenever I mention the word best friend. Sometimes I can't help but think that maybe... he wants to be something else, something more than just being best friends. But he never seemed to see me as anything more, so I try to not get my hopes up. I breathed exasperatedly, trying to clear my head. I glanced at the calendar hanging on my door frame, "two months 'til the deadline," I opened my notebook and continued my story.

“Time is weird for me, Mama. I remember being born but I also remember moments that haven’t happened yet. I know how this ends but I don’t know which ending will be real.” “How does it end?” She looks at me with those swirling eyes and I see possibilities flash through them. “In some timelines, we win. The seals stay closed, the children grow up normal, you and Papa grow old together.” “And in others?” “In others, the entities emerge and everything ends. Not quickly. Slowly. Over years of watching the world freeze and starve and stop and break.” “Which timeline are we in?” “I don’t know yet,” Tempest admits. “That’s the terrible thing about being able to see possibilities. You know all the w

"A finite duration." "We all have a timeline, Cale." "But mine was... infinite. Or indefinite. Now... I have a countdown." "Does that scare you?" Cale reeled in the line a few inches. "No," Cale said. "Before... time was a loop. It repeated. Tuesday happened a thousand times. The bridge fell a thousand times. It was... stagnant." "And now?" "Now," Cale said, "time is a line. It moves away. It disappears." "That makes it precious."

“That you were important. That too many factions were interested in you. That the timeline we are in is unstable.” Timeline. The word snagged on my mind. I took a step closer. “What does that mean.” “It means,” he said carefully, “that things here do not behave the way they should. Cause and effect are… unreliable.” My pulse quickened. “You are speaking in riddles.” “I am speaking in limits,” Kade corrected. “There are things I am not allowed to explain.” “By who,” I demanded. Kade met my gaze. “By the same man you love.”