Star Wars Fanfiction Time Travel Novels & Stories

“Maybe you can also travel through time.” “You’re kidding, right?” She snorted. “Powerful witches can manipulate time. Ambrose can do it. He can stop time. It’s time warping, but it’s against a law of nature, and there’s a consequence for abusing a powerful ability like that.” “That’s why I won’t do this.” We arrived back at the pack house. The guys were already waiting in the living area. “Where did you both go?” “We made out,” I said without hesitation, causing them to look away awkwardly.

There was no way I was going to do that! "Hear me out." He continued, seeming to sense my growing frustration. "As I mentioned earlier, time travel is extremely dangerous. There is a certain balance that must be maintained by fate at all times. If that balance is interrupted, it can cause a ripple effect that then goes against what was originally intended. "

For people below SS rank, coming into them is enough to result to irrefutable death. It was mentioned before that time-travelling was strictly forbidden in the Bauer Empire. In fact, this statement was only half-right. To be precise, time-travelling was strictly forbidden in the WHOLE MILKY WAY. Time-portal, time-travelling machine, anything that can be used to travel in time, all are included.

I didn’t want him to see my eyes, because in all honesty there was allot more to it than that, and I was afraid that Jeremy would see right through it if he looked into my eyes. There was a long and awkward silence before he sighed, “So you want to try and have him come to you, spend more time with him, is that it?” his voice sounded hard and skeptical. “Look at spatial dimensions, time travel. It must have length, breadth, thickness and duration to allow these beings to hop through their time into ours right?” cocking a brow he nodded as if he still felt lost, “Well, Rafe is one of them. Who better would know how to stop their invasion than him, I could get him to open up to me,”

Marlena graced me with her gentle silver gaze. "Time manipulators can travel through space and time. They ought to be protectors of destiny." Miriam added. She held the teacup in one hand while using the straw hat to fan her face. "How?" My gaze jumped from Marlena to Miriam and shifted my feet away from Spock’s mouth.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

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.

They applauded. I took a decision to brighten up and go kind of complicated. I hallucinated via traveling through the roads of time to a world of hope. The hope I couldn't give probably my careful friends, you know them. I mean the ones who never fell into the snare of clowny unfortunate mishaps SANDRA, SOLOMON and IK (my fine boy). Time pulled backwards as them fans take a chill pill and ride on the teleporter with me. Laughs. ****

' 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.

“She was me. And maybe, somewhere, she still is.” I take her hand, squeezing gently. “Then we live for both of you.” She smiles. The stars glimmer above us — infinite, alive. And somewhere far away, buried deep in the ruins, a single console flickers to life. SEQUENCE REBOOT: 1% LOADED.