Novel Time Travel Novels & Stories

“The reason why I asked you to bring me that book, wasn’t because I was curious about it, it’s because it is a special book.” “You mean Valentine’s Day?” He asked curiously and I nodded. “What do you mean by special?” “I don’t know how to explain this, but the book has some special powers that allowed the time travel to happen.” I explained and Nathan’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Apparently, we are characters in this book.” “What? You mean we are inside a book?” He queried and I nodded. “That’s….” He looked at me suspiciously and I understood he probably thought that I was crazy.

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.

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."

" The words hit Jace like knives. His eyes widened. Slowly, he turned toward the glass doors and looked at his future self standing outside. Twenty-eight-year-old Jace had gone just as pale. "How... How is that possible...? "She was with me for money... She wanted me to take care of her forever..." Older Jace muttered under his breath as he stumbled back. Crash. His foot hit a ceramic vase, sending it shattering across the floor. The jagged pieces scattered everywhere, like something far more important had just started breaking apart. Younger Jace pulled away from Olivia, panic rising in his chest.

So she asked: – What if I interact, touch, or stubbornly want to say something to my mother? The watch coldly replied, the mechanical words without sympathy: – Because she is affected by the paradox of time, if your mother had strong contact with an outcast like you, her memories of the other timeline would be awakened.

There was no possible rational explanation for this. ‘Going back in time?’ Allison wanted to shake her head at the absurdity of the thought. Time travel. Basically, a hypothetical ability to travel backward or forward in time. It was usually a popular concept in science fiction, but until now, there was only scientific debate and speculation about its possibility. Some scientists explored the idea and even proposed a few methods, but everything was purely theoretical, and they may even violate known laws of physics. Allison herself believed that time travel was merely a fantasy.

With each movement, time seemed to be twisted in its entirety. Nova stood before the Timewinder, arms spread wide, her light intertwining with the Timewinder’s. With a shout, it emitted boundless golden light which shot upward and swirled rapidly into the sky like a vortex. The golden light opened a tunnel through time and space, tugging at everything with immense gravity. "Get lost!" Nova yelled. Boom, boom, boom!

He selected the timeline, found the weakest spot on that space and started the portal. Time-portal was an invention of the old man. It is different from time-travelling machine. Time-travelling machine needs one to be on the same place as one’s destination. If you want to know what Earth is like in its early years, you need to be on Earth when you used the time-travelling machine in order to do so. Time-portal has no need for this. It is a combination of the latter and space portal. You don’t need to be on the same place as your destination if you want to know its future or past. It can be used from any place.

“Are you telling me that you’re the T. J. that I supposedly killed? The T.J. from my journal? My T.J.?” “I hope I’m still your T.J. because I’m madly in love with you,” he whispered. “You left me a note and then, poof! No phone calls, no letters,” she grumbled. “You have no idea how that pains me. I didn’t expect to be gone that long, but no matter how long I was gone, I wouldn’t have been able to contact you. I know of no telephones or postal services that cross dimensions and time.” “You’re a time traveler?” Her voice showed her skepticism.

The screeching old crone I was fervently dodging happened to be located in England in the year seventeen-forty-five. I didn’t belong in that time or place. I was a covert transient from the twenty-first century. I’d traveled back in time for one purpose only. To change the future for the one I loved. I was never very good at planning things out. I'm more of a grab the seat of my pants and go kind of girl. Patience has also never been one of my strongest virtues. Historically, this grab and go habit always worked for me. Somehow, I managed to achieve my goals. This time I wasn't so sure. Had I jumped the gun without adequate preparation?