Series About Time Travel Novels & Stories

I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline. If someone will ask me who I am, my only answer will be…I am someone lost in time.

Drake concludes that he might travel to a different timeline than them. Now that they have been staying in the past for a few weeks now, it seems that they can feel the side effects of time travel more. The worst part is that they are the first people who stayed this long in another time. Most of the studies about time travel are only theories. They don't know for sure what will happen if they stay longer. Based on Drake's research, a person from another timeline may just vanish after some time. "This is getting annoying! Why do I feel like I'm too nice these days?" Drake complained.

"What do you take our hospital as? Our resources are not for you to waste. Please leave right now. Don't hog the line." While we were speaking, five to six patients had shown up behind me. After hearing Lucas' remark, the patients accused me of wasting their time. "If you're faking it, don't queue up." "What's wrong with young people nowadays? Do they have too much money to spend?" I realized that Lucas did not plan to see me. So, I left his office amid the gossip.

' I continued my turmoil inside, hugging my own body. I hadn't explained to Cassian what would happen to him in the future because I feared a paradox. Until now, the idea of traveling back in time had never crossed my mind. What I understood was that manipulating time had significant side effects. Apart from paradoxes, the possibility of not being able to return to the actual time would often occur.

Eloise sat frozen, heart aching, eyes brimming with tears. Frantically, she searched her phone for answers, most of them confusing—until one article stood out. She tapped it. A bold heading appeared: “Understanding the Effects of Time Travel.” “This is it,” she whispered, reading on. Time travelers often feel fear and confusion, as if trapped in a vivid dream. That sounded familiar. But the next lines chilled her: “Time travel can offer second chances, but sometimes it becomes a cruel loop—forcing people to relive trauma and loss.”

She wanted him to feel as much humane as she once was. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, something was surging in his body. Such power could only happen when he was time traveling. Before he could stop the power, for some unknown reasons, he was pulled back in time. Stefano recognized this dark room. This room only happened for those who were time traveling for the first time. But this wasn’t the first time he had traveled through time. He had done it countless times. Why was he here again?

Wren explained. “Which person is missing?” John asked. “Aaron White,” Wren answered. “I remember him; he started just a few weeks before I left. I never got to know him,” John said, turning to Lindsay. “What has happened in your department, my dear?” Lindsay paused before answering John, “That is a little hard to explain. We have had a few instances of what we have been calling a poltergeist, two of which were inside the department building. Four of my deputies have experienced time loss, and I think everyone at some point has seen some type of strange creature, lights, or heard sounds.”

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

"Six years since Emily walked into my motel and changed all our lives." "To six years," everyone echoed. "I am grateful for time," I said when it was my turn. "For learning that time is not just something we move through but something we shape. For understanding that how we spend time determines what persists." "That sounds like your next series," Alex observed. "That is my next series. Time. How we experience it. How we shape it. How it shapes us." December brought quiet work in the studio. Early explorations of time as subject matter. Not time as measurement but time as experience. As memory. As anticipation. As the medium in which we build what matters.