Suna Timeskip Novels & Stories

In the distance, the suns—those twin orbs of simulated warmth—seemed to have frozen at the zenith of the afternoon. "I know," Kazimir replied, his voice low and raspy. He was sharpening a kitchen knife, the rhythmic shink-shink of stone on steel the only clock they had left. "Jun says that every minute we spend here, days are passing in the void outside. The 1% Sync is dragging us out of the universal stream. We’re a bubble of 'Slow-Time' in a galaxy moving at light speed." The Quiet Before the Storm was thick, a heavy velvet that made every breath feel significant. For the first time in fifty-eight chapters of running, fighting, and dying, they had nothing to do but exist.

She tried hard to recall the flashbacks of her memories, the day she went hunting outside with Novak and that young man who made dirty conspiracy with Novak’s young brother, Javier, then she was kept with a young woman in a cabin, she tried to run away but Javier had her again and brought her back to a house where she met an old witch and Luka…she was kept in a compartment in the underground floor for two days…then this vampire man came to save her and bring her to his castle… ‘Yeah, outside time from this castle, today should be Wednesday morning…as Richard said this castle, inside this place, time is slower two days, so today should be Monday before dawn time…’ Sonya was biting her lower l

He could only quicken his pace to leave the village far behind, so he could clear his mind. Wilbur walked and noticed that in the Eternal Sunshine Dimension, the sun would rise in the east in the morning, be overhead at noon, and move to the west in the afternoon. Then, the sun would rise from the west and return to the east again. The madam said when the sun rose in the east, it was considered sunrise, and when it rose in the west, it was sunset. It was because the people in the Eternal Sunshine Dimension had never seen night, so to them, there was only sunrise and sunset.

The heat, the immense gravity. He was in the sun. He slowed down his time stream to the point that the laws of physics would take time to take effect. Then I’m one singular motion, he jumped out of the sun, heading for the moon. “Jesus! Quinn! Are you okay?”, Orion asked. On his screen, he saw the tracker he placed on each of them. He was trying to tell them that there was a chance they would appear in random locations in the proximity of the earth. Everyone else was fine, but Quinn was in the fucking sun. “I’m fine, he said, coming up on the moon in record time, two minutes.

Every single one of them were facing the floor without any eye contact. They looked like war slaves that were just arriving to the capital. When Yuna thought about the war slaves, she couldn’t help but recall memories of a girl named Sun. She was a war slave that was bought by her family. She was around 12 years old when she met Sun. It occurred to Yuna that this was around the time when she met Sun.

The wedding isn't for another two weeks, so it can't be that. Then what is it? No! I shouldn't bother myself with that. Whatever it is, it isn't my problem. I tried my best to forget about it. I stepped out of the quarters to a bright sun. Everywhere was bright, lively, energetic. White Snow pack, wasn't this lively. The pack grounds were alive with movement, a constant pulse of energy that I found myself drawn to. The late afternoon sun painted everything in warm gold, making the world feel… welcoming.

Tsuki was using his knowledge of that reality in which he used the right date, which he memorized, it would help him, so he used it to go through that period in question, he memorized each of the events he relived, in the original week, he had in another timeline suffered a fatal injury, which was not participating in the event. So, replaying those days, an average of 40 times, in which he returned for an average of a week isolated without the presence of his loves and friends, in which he transported himself to that period of time of an alternate reality in which he died. Then, by timing and playing simulations on his computer so that he could time the right time when all those situations w

Like slipping into an old rhythm that never truly disappeared. When they finally stepped outside the café, the sun was rising fully, casting a soft golden glow over the street. Jamal walked her to her car. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked with a hopeful smile. Yara raised an eyebrow. “Is this becoming a routine?” “Only if you want it to.” She pretended to consider. “Maybe.” His smile widened—slow, warm, grateful. “Well,” he said, taking a small step back, “have a beautiful day, Yara.”

**77 : 08 : 21 : 44** Blinked. Rewrote. **69 : 23 : 59 : 59** The numbers jumped violently, tearing away weeks in a heartbeat. Aria’s voice came out thin and high. “Timer jumped again,” she said. “You’re down to weeks now.”

"I had to wait. Until she was gone. Until the threat was over. Now I can activate Phoenix. Start moving people underground. Save them." "People won't believe you. They'll think you're crazy." "They will when the sun starts failing. When temperatures drop. When crops die. Then they'll beg for shelter." His father pulled up more data. "It's already starting. Solar output has decreased point three percent. Scientists are noticing. Governments are panicking. We have maybe five years before it accelerates." Trina held Hope tighter. "What about her? What about children born during this?" "They survive underground. Grow up in the bunkers. Then emerge when it's safe. In a hundred years, maybe two hu