Invincible Time Travel Arc Novels & Stories

"A tactical federal strike unit just breached the outer gates of the Alpine estate three minutes ago. They are entering the main house now." Sophia dropped the phone onto the granite desk, her eyes widening in pure horror as the realization hit her—Arthur and Victor had moved the timeline forward, trapping Damien and Elias inside the estate before they could ever execute their counter-strike.

Visions poured into Ivy’s mind—memories that weren’t hers: A woman in white, standing in a burning temple. A man with golden eyes kneeling before her, offering a blade. A child with her face… standing alone in a world of ash. Then, a whisper: “Time is not your enemy. It is your legacy.” The light vanished, and Ivy collapsed into Asher’s arms, eyes wide with revelation. “She’s not just powerful,” Ivy whispered. “She’s… the key to everything.” Above ground, alarms blared. Kira answered a call on her comm. “It’s Malrick,” she said, face pale. “He’s activated the Arc Protocol. He’s going to release the dormant agents worldwide.”

Because she had come back too— Back from ten years in the future. *** Half a month later, Jace had lost over ten pounds. He looked like a shadow of himself. Robert finally gave in and promised that after the SATs, he could go find Nadia. So the second the SATs were over, Jace got on a flight overseas. During that time, Faye had tried reaching out to him several times. He ignored every message. He moved through each day like a shell of himself. Robert, meanwhile, released the surveillance footage from before the staged kidnapping.

“But I came back.” The implications shattered me. If he wasn’t from Earth—if he had returned—then time, as we understood it, no longer applied. The bloom seeds had crossed not just space, but memory. They’d rewritten the rules of travel. Of growth. Of life itself. I called the Archive Council. Even now, despite all we had changed, the world still insisted on its councils, on its stewards of information. They told me the boy wasn’t unique. There had been others. Twelve recorded globally.

Rikas dived through the air and hurried towards the bright hole, almost about to exit through the hole but Hemon forcefully held him back. “Don’t be in a haste! What are you thinking of? There are consequences attached to every action that you do in here!” “What are the consequences? I can bear them, if I can save my family and bring back all the people who have died” “Unfortunately my boy, you cannot do that. There is a limit to how long you can travel through the past. You can only travel back to a maximum of three months. It means you can only change the things that happened within the past three months. And now its been fifteen years after that war. Nothing can be done”

Now he was in trouble. Swoosh— The Abyss Python used the laws of time and swiftly counterattacked. In this situation, Alaric had no way to defend himself. Bam! The tail swept over, striking Alaric fiercely. Although Andrius and Alaric teamed up, the difference in their strength was too much. They were no match against the Abyss Python and were instead overpowered by the python using the laws of time. “This can’t go on.” Alaric transmitted to Andrius, “I’ll hold it off. You must escape.”

He went for the rift. He buried his claws into the edge of the space-time tear, his white fire pouring into the void. He wasn't trying to kill her. He was trying to sew the wound shut with her still inside it. "You... insignificant... flea..." the Mother hissed, the rift beginning to tremble. "I’m the Alpha," Victor growled, his knuckles turning a bloodless white as he gripped the edges of the universe itself. "And this is my territory." The Iron Ark’s engines finally flared—not for flight, but for a massive, localized explosion of Aegis energy. The white light blinded everything.

"We aren't going to fight the Hunters; we’re going to 'Trap' them in an infinite loop of our own history! If they want to consume our energy, they have to consume our 'Struggle'—and our struggle has no end!" The technicality of the Forge was the "Chronological-Reciprocation." As the Hunters surged into the open vents, they found themselves not in a pool of raw energy, but in a "Time-Vortex" of the Union’s most defiant moments. They were forced to experience the first spark of the North, the exodus from Novus, and the breach of the Core-Null over and over again. Every time a Hunter tried to "Nullify" a moment, the "Feedback-Loop" of the Multiverse simply regenerated it from another reality.

Serina zipped her mouth when she uttered the exact same narrative as last time without even intending to. Vincaster turned around and cornered her on one wall of the elevator. "A subtle cut on the wrist won't kill a person. You could have let other people help him. It doesn't have to be you." Serina gulped and lifted her face a little to meet his eyes. "I can't agree with you on that," she firmly said. 'I'm the only one who knows the past, and I am the only person who changed the present and the future because I travel back in time.'

She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–” In the very next second, a bucket of freezing, dirty water would be splashed over her head, or a wooden staff would strike her heavily across the back. Whenever she managed to look up, planes could frequently be seen flying high across the sky above the manor. However, Vanessa was blind now, and she couldn’t see them. In this lifetime, it was impossible for her to ever “travel back” again. Ho