Percy Jackson Time Travel Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

So why is she seeing it again? Lydia rushed to the mirror to confirm her suspicions, and was shocked. The girl in the mirror was her, but at the same time not her. The girl in the mirror looked like an 19 year old girl, but she was a 29 year old woman when she died. So does this mean she was reborn, traveling back in time, ten years prior to the end of her life? Lydia stared at the mirror and the corner of her lips slowly rose high. ‘Family… I’m back.’

"Yes and no. I say so because being able to manipulate time is like borrowing a power from me and drawing a small portion of me. However with you, it's completely different. You have your own source so you my dear are chosen by time as one so you're like me." "Time." "We are the sources. People can get the powers of time if we bless them with it. However time chose you or to say layed dormant in you." Giselle was shocked to hear this. Being a source of time was something she had never expected. "You need to have more control over yourself Giselle. Judging your enemy in darkness is difficul and even more difficult when darkness itself is your opponent." Saying so, Time has vanished from the p

“With it, we can trace Perseus’s energy. We’ll be with him in no time.” The travel through the portal was a race through time. Just when they thought they were going to be squashed and left for dead in an unknown location, the blinding flash of light ceased, and they landed right at the bridge of Eretria. It was almost like a race, a frantic sprint against the clock to get to their destination, but they were not alone. Thomas was hurrying out with his horse galloping in the wind, and from the look in his eyes and the way he held his face, they knew something was wrong.

Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares she wouldn’t fully share. “You okay over there?” Percy asked from the kitchenette, sliding a mug of coffee my way. Her tattooed arm flexed as she moved, the ink a reminder of the armor she’d built after what those three monsters did to her. “Davin’s still ghosting?” I nodded, sipping the bitter brew. It burned going down, matching the twist in my gut. “Yeah. I keep replaying it. He looked so hurt, Perce. Like I betrayed him by not noticing. But I can’t force feelings. Not when I’m still picking up pieces from Girad. God, what if I lose him as a friend too?”

“This paper didn't travel 'back' in time, Elara. It travelled down. It fell through the layers of the spiral where the walls of reality are thinnest. You wrote this in a future that hasn't happened yet, to warn a version of yourself that has already lived it.” ​The mountain seemed to groan in heavy, subterranean agreement, a low-frequency thrum that vibrated in my teeth. The Sentient Forest we had awakened rustled its silver leaves in a sudden, violent wind that hadn’t been there a moment before, the sound like a thousand whispered secrets. ​We weren’t just building a sanctuary on a hill. We were sitting at the epicentre of a temporal web, and the spider was finally starting to pull the thre

She searched for the parchments inside her bag, and suddenly wished to go a point in the past on her own will, she wanted to see for Alpha, about where he is, and what happened to him after that, and where could she find him. The only person that could think of to help her was Alpha at that moment. She dug deeper into her satchel and pulled out Hugo's parchments, which gleamed instantly. Tick tock goes the clock, this or the other way. For you to go on your own, with the time that you have to pay. She stared at the parchment for long, thinking what did that mean possibly. your time that stays frozen there, unfreezes for the moments that you spend in the past on your own,

Nathan trailed off. “The weird thing about your mind time traveling or your dream consciousness was the limits. You can go forwards as far as you want, but backward only works as far as the present day, or the time you left. Traveling back from “now” was impossible as if the continuum was chopped right off — like we are sitting on a moving dot and can only “bungee jump” forwards and backward back and forth. “What!? No, no. You mean if we travel back now there is a possibility that the battle was finished?”

"Your future self, whether it be a month or a year or five to ten years from now, traveled back to the 19th century. You haven't done it yet, but your future self has. The reason tempus summatum is so dangerous is because you are removing yourself from points in time and manipulating the past where you are going to. It isn't like the conventional type of time travel where, if you were to travel back to the 19th century at this very moment, you would see yourself writing rituals with Marie Laveau. No, you aren't there in the past anymore. Your body is breaking itself down and surrendering itself to time and the universe to move through it. And if it isn't done correctly, you could simply disa

Or have me arrested to spend my life in a prison. That's what I assume anyway. And all of this is for a few souls who didn't decide this life. We are slaves of the Immortal, Time. I've never actually been given an order by him, but I still hold the ability to travel backward in time, if he allowed me to. I've never explored the ability. Way too scared. I understand why we are despised. Time is cruel. We harbour the abilities to ruin the lives on many innocent people. "Kezi, get in here," Avia insists. I had been so deep in thought, I hadn't noticed she had managed to start the car. Avia's abilities never seem to end.

“Plus, I thought we could have a private talk, instead of having to worry about immortals coming through the door.” “You left Time back there…my Time. And you know you don’t have to change the year to have a conversation,” I yell at him. Admittedly, I don’t want to be getting so angry at him, but I don’t know what else to do. Everything is ruined being away from the Time I need…And that’s truly frightening. Time motions around himself, specifically on the seat right beside him on the couch. “Well now that I have you here, why don’t you take a seat.”