Tangled In Time Novels & Stories

Agatha insisted, placing her camera on me. "Another biking race with a naughty sore loser. Guess who… Charlie." "That's enough for one night." I said, putting on my red gloves, straightening my jacket with a final stare at my outstanding looks. Why hasn't that Omega tried selling my jacket already? The thought crossed my mind. Deep down, I just wished he would do that quick. Then maybe this Charlie's mad eyes would stop living rent-free in my head. "It's time." Agatha giggled. I took my helmet and arrived at the tunnel. I just wished Charlie would cancel. The weather had gotten fucking cold, and for a girl, I could just imagine.

The sudden silence in the kitchen was deafening. It didn't help nearly as much as it usually did. The ghost of his touch, the lingering scent of cedar and spice, and the terrifying realization of how easily he could unravel her remained, wrapping around her like a dark, thorny vine.

Felix mutters. “Try again,” Kitty says, her voice shaking slightly. He drives around several times. Forest. Gnomes. Forest. Gnomes. “What the-” Kitty gasps. Think. This is different to the other times, with the bicycle and the grave and the Rose Inn. But also sort of the same. “It’s like… a bend,” I say. “In time. Or space. Or a bubble. Where the rules are broken, or breaking down. We’re stuck in it.”

I was drawn to him, captivated by his charisma and intensity, but I was also terrified of the consequences of our forbidden connection. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Chaos. I knew I should resist his allure, but the temptation was too strong. I was caught in a dangerous game, a game that could have devastating consequences. Days seemed to blur together as I struggled to recall the last time I’d seen him. It felt like an eternity, yet it couldn’t have been more than a week or two. The memory of his intense gaze, the thrill of our clandestine encounters, and the intoxicating danger of our forbidden connection haunted my thoughts.

She got dressed and left the room in a hurry, immediately Andrea walked into the room but couldn't find the lady he was with last night, he left her to go settle some work issues but came back to an empty room, He looked around to be sure she was gone but the spotted blood stain on the bed caught his attention, he stared at it for a while and turned to leave, his attention was drawn to a sparking silver bracelet with heart shape design in the middle with a capital letter G and A engulfed on it, close to the bedside, he picked it up, “this must belong to the lady but where could she be" He stormed out of the room, with four-bodied men waiting at the door, all in black tuxedos, fully armed, He

The world no longer pretended to be stable. It had given up the illusion. Sky fractured into overlapping versions of itself—one burning red, one drowned in silver fog, one flickering like a memory refusing to stay consistent. Mountains rose and collapsed in the same breath. Rivers ran forward and backward depending on who was looking at them. Time wasn’t moving anymore. It was arguing with itself. Aria stood at the center of the broken command hall, surrounded by voices that didn’t fully belong to the same reality. Generals from different timelines shouted orders that contradicted each other. Soldiers appeared in armor that didn’t exist yesterday. Some of them had wounds they hadn’t yet suff

"You may have Memory on your side, but Time... Time is with us." Turning, we saw another figure emerge from the shadows – a cloaked being with an hourglass pendant around its neck. Time. The second Isaiah clenched his fist, "We won't let you and the Council corrupt everything." Time smirked, "It's too late. The merging has already begun. Every step you take only hastens the chaos." With a wave of his hand, Time summoned a vortex, pulling in various elements from different timelines – creatures, buildings, even entire landscapes.

The discovery of "time-stains" added a new, bizarre layer to our custodial duties. For a week, it was all we talked about. “Theoretical framework,” Kairi announced one morning, covering our kitchen table with diagrams of spirals and knots. “If the Cataclysm was a multidimensional rupture, it wouldn't just fracture space. It would shear duration. These loops are like… temporal splinters. Tiny moments that got too much psychic charge and popped loose from the timeline.”

“You weren’t paying attention in class, were you? Elder Anna explained spatial anomalies before! Let me simplify this. Our previous guesses were wrong because we were thinking only in terms of time. We assumed that the disorder of time had scrambled space. “But that’s not it. There’s more than one space. The distortions and overlaps we’re seeing? They’re the result of spaces gradually merging. Time and space aren’t following their usual hierarchy anymore; the fusion of space is now controlling the order of time. It’s as if fragments were inserted into the timeline, stretching it unnaturally.” I struggled to keep up. “And… our four groups? The differences in time we noticed?”

“From the prime to the end of the line — bring me back and give me the hands of time! Through spicks and spells, bring me back to the time where I want to dwell! Make the clock reverse, bring back the time — from the prime to the end of the line!” The room begins to shake and the owl and the eagle flew out of the humble hut. For birds know if something terrible is about to happen — animals can feel it on their guts. Mayari Tabbu continued to chant in whispers, as vines and rays of light appeared from every corner. Against all rationality, against all lucidity — against all sense. Suddenly, Mayari Tabbu surges forward and is dragged into a never ending vortex. The lines and vines continued to