Star Wars Time Travel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.

I don’t believe that for a second… “Alright, then I suppose you won’t mind us leaving then,” Thought comments. We all turn away, but Time calls us back so suddenly I wanted to laugh, but for some reason, I felt somehow bad. He deserves this, though. He killed my family. He deserves all the bad things in the world to happen to him. He comes forward as close as he can get to the barrier. “Look, this is simply a waste of my time. I cannot remove the brand right now, I need as many travellers as I can get. But I have important things to attend to that I suggest you let me out for.”

I snarled, wrestling the weapon away from him. The gun skittered across the ground, spinning until it came to rest against one of the massive oak roots. Eamon dove for it immediately, his hands working to empty the chamber. Ronan stared at me with wild eyes, blood from my wound spattering the ground between us. "I'm doing this for both our good. Don't you see? The time traveler will be the death of us." The words hit me like a slap. Time traveler? He actually believed Ciara's ramblings about living another life. Like the healer was not assaulted with strange visions of the future. But more than that, he believed she was a threat worth killing.

“I’m going to remove Time’s memories now, so you need to get out of here. Do not tell your Time that I am here, or what I did for you. You will inform him that all went smoothly and you witnessed his horridness and that you forgive him.” “Okay,” I breathe, completely taken aback by this information he’s sharing. I’m unsure of why he wants me to forgive Time, when he can most likely see how uneasy I am about it all. He did warn me, but it doesn’t make me any less skeptical. “Can you at least tell me how you got here?” “Time and I share residual power of our own, as twins. Sometimes he has premonitions in his dreams, and sometimes I can travel to other minds through time and use them for a sho

Even the blind can see it. “You knew Aria and Kieran were involved,” he continued. “And yet you acted like it didn’t matter. You pretended not to see it. Why?” I looked away, staring down at my hands. I didn’t have an answer that would make sense to him, not even to myself. How was I meant to explain to him that I time travel back in time, I was rebirth, granted a second chance at life and with memories that aches everytime it ran through my mind but then it still all feels like a bad dream.

' 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.

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.

“If you want to get out, listen to me. Give me what I want, and I’ll bring you back. Otherwise…” He snapped his fingers. “Otherwise, what?” She sounded impatient. “Get ready to spend the rest of your life here.” He placed his mouth near her ear. “Right, I forgot to tell you, but when we enter the village of Jave, all time stops. It will be as if we never left Neon.” Her eyes widened at the mention of time stopping, but then he kissed her on the nape of her neck, sucking on it like a vampire. “Just where are we, Nathaniel Underwood?”

“My analysis predicts it will take another half hour for all my code to propagate across every system. Even for the ones located at the edge of the Milky Way.” “What about the war?” asked Halbrecht. “What could possibly have changed?” countered Sin. “We’ve only been here a few hours.” “Is that a joke? We’re at the center of the galaxy. Time dilates severely here - time’s moving slower for us than the rest of the galaxy.”

“Ships? Spaceships?” “Yes. But for my trips to Aurora, I don’t use spaceships. Spaceships are archaic.” She frowned. “Then how do you get there?” “I open a wormhole.” Gerri scrunched her nose. “Before you ask, I have a machine that bends time and allows me to travel from our galaxy to Nova Aurora. It’s like walking through time and space, just taking a few steps and being on their side.” Excitement bubbled in her veins. She had never heard of anything like that.