Novel Time Travel Novels & Stories

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

It was the most painful kind of home-sickness. But the question was, in novels… was it always that easy to return to where they came from? No. Fate would not always be kind enough to let one travel back and forth as wished. Yet without exception, transmigrators, time-travelers, reincarnators, unless truly dead and thrown into an impossible timeline, would strive to go back. In this regard, Audrey was no different. 'The difference between me and the transmigrated protagonists in novels is that I know how to return and know where exactly I am…' she whispered to herself.

Why surely even light must be more alive than she, oddly escaped of life’s transiency and immortal in this strange instant, in her timeless end. Hot—so hot!— was the hand that closed about her upper arm, just above the fine bones of her slim wrist. Dazed as time began to creep, then flow in a painful blur, Evelyn shrieked as the back of her hand and her knuckles grated sharply across the dark red bricks, at the raw slicing pain as her shoulder jerked. Violently yanked free of time’s immobilizing spell, she loosed another incoherent scream that echoed agonizingly off the unmoved and unmovable buildings, her eyes suddenly locked on the startled dark ones of Mr. James for a final protracted sec

He rubbed his chin and made a frowning lips as he thought. “We can assume that time interval happening is forty eight hours or two days…as roughly predictability…” He looked at Clayton who was staring at him. “You mean that time interval brought back us on Monday?” Clayton arched his eyebrows. “What happen so?” He hissed and rubbed his forehead as he seemed so confused. “We were inside Novak’s house on the same day.” Clayton continued. He took a sight to their environment, it seemed that he was looking for something. “We don’t have the time portal!” He rested his hand on waist.

The police tape fluttered in the wind. Ava slipped through a gap, her sneakers crunching over gravel. The smell of char and oil still clung to the air. She remembered the sound of sirens, the smoke rising — the day everything had changed. Her hand brushed something on the ground. Paper. She knelt. It was another letter, edges singed. Her name across the front. She tore it open. Ava — You are out of time. The loop resets at dusk. If you don’t find the source, you’ll wake up here again. The mirror is only a door. The static is the echo of what’s already been said. Listen to it.

Who wouldn't? With the ability to travel back in time, there would be no regrets gnawing this world to maim a tumor. The capability to accept, to reconcile, to learn, to risk again must also be sacrificed in order to indulge such power. Thus, there is chaos in history, and in this world of peculiar life, time travel is only possible for one certain entity. That fact was killing the Feline inside. Her eyes were burning regardless of the fact that it possessed a cool color. The past might not define you, but it could mold you.

No matter how I stopped myself, the tears brimming in my eyes rolled to my cheeks. "But you gave birth to a genius, Selene," He said, nodding as if he truly appreciated and admired the talent of my child. "Years after your death, he and his group discovered time traveling. Who would ever believe that there can be a way to revisit the past." I gazed at Marco, then to Albert. I blinked, thinking it might be just my imagination. It was like having a bad reception in the movie that Marco was becoming translucent before my eyes. Perhaps, I was getting dizzy with all the information I was hearing. After a while, his skin becomes clearly visible again.

Opening her eyes, she met the same girl she met when she last opened her eyes. The ceiling and extravagant decorations still litter the whole room. The candlelights and lamps still hung in place. Una wanted to scream, but from the information she had that said that the princess was dead, she rather not draw attention to herself in the palace. She might not find a way to make it out alive. She could not begin to understand why her mind was getting comfortable with the fact that she time-travelled. No one had ever made ur successfully between worlds and time stamps. People have tried time travel for years, so how was it possible that in her case, without a machine or technology, she successful

I do feel guilty because ever since I started writing my story, I haven’t got a time to visit their house, much more when we fought. “I’m sorry, things just get busier.” I said when we broke the hug. He pushed Allison and I upstairs to his room, when we entered, I looked around and noticed that nothing has changed in his room. Allison sat on his bed making herself comfortable and Xander opened his laptop. My eyes stopped at the frame on top of his desk, it was our photo together during Christmas 5 years ago. I quickly put it down as I don’t want Allison to see it. Xander saw what I did, and his eyebrows furrowed.

I later found out that my wife had found me unconscious in my office and called for an ambulance. During my overall analysis I found out that time travel had a physical and mental draining effect on the body of the traveler. The past and the future were both detrimental but where the future was more gradual and slow in draining the life span of the traveler, the past was more drastic and devastating to the traveler’s health. There was no great discovery on earth that had no sacrifice and so was time travel. Considering the enormity of my discovery I guess my sacrifice of not sharing my findings with the rest of the world and also losing my health to cancer was the sacrifice I had to make.