Time Loop Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The person who poked me was my desk mate, Yvonne Quinn, who had just transferred here a week ago and was crowned as the most beautiful girl on campus. In my previous life, she had been just as carefree and self-assured, declaring, "Give me his contact info, and I'll have him in a week." Back then, I had dismissed it as mere boasting. But that very evening, I witnessed her seated on the table, sharing a kiss with Nash. The plaster statue that should have been on the table tumbled to the ground, breaking into pieces. I was reborn! I found myself transported back to a time when tragedies hadn’t unfolded yet.

In the memory, Alex loops the belt around my wrists. In the present, Alex grabs a silk tie from the desk. He binds my wrists to the chair arms. "Relive it," he commands. He kisses me. It’s the same kiss. Dominant. Claiming. I’m trapped in a time loop of lust. I’m being claimed for the first time and the thousandth time. "You taste like obsession," memory-Alex says. "You taste like forever," real-Alex whispers. I come hard, shaking the sturdy office chair, my moans filling the memory of the bar.

“What did she become?” Auren looked toward the sky. “The thing that created the next universe.” Emily's stomach dropped. “The First Soul.” Auren nodded. Emily couldn't speak. The First Soul hadn't created Emily. Emily had eventually become the First Soul. The cycle had never begun. It had no beginning. No end. It was a loop. Emily became the First Soul. The First Soul created Emily. Emily created Elias. Elias became the lock. The lock imprisoned the future Emily. And the future Emily eventually became the First Soul.

It was the place the Circle had used to create — and erase — lives. And it was alive. The moment Ophelia, Carl, Tobias, Nina, Elara, and Ezra stepped inside, the world shifted. Not just the walls. Themselves. Their memories rewrote. Names flickered. Images bent. Time reversed and doubled back. Tobias gasped. “It’s pulling from our subconscious… creating reality loops.” Nina’s fingers sparked with bloodfire. “We don’t stop it soon, we’ll cease to exist.” Elara’s reflection in the mirrored wall winked at her.

Then, just like the first round, her figure disappeared from the low wall, but worry not, because I’m jumping down with her. I figured a 10 storey building won’t be that long of a fall. That is, because I’ve experienced it before during the time where I stupidly tried to save her while she jumped. Turns out I too would die and be brought back to the same date because the two of us died. I’m starting to think that this girl was the one who cursed me to stay in the same timeline, but I also think I might’ve gone a bit crazy as time went by. Because I think she looks beautiful.

She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–” In the very next second, a bucket of freezing, dirty water would be splashed over her head, or a wooden staff would strike her heavily across the back. Whenever she managed to look up, planes could frequently be seen flying high across the sky above the manor. However, Vanessa was blind now, and she couldn’t see them. In this lifetime, it was impossible for her to ever “travel back” again. Ho

I AM WAITING FOR YOU AT THE CAPITAL. ​The true architect of the timeline loop wasn't a shadow director or a corporate proxy. Her own father was still alive, sitting at the absolute center of the continental empire.

"Is this the same play as last time, Mia? Get me worked up and then shove another woman into my bed?" He closed his eyes, fighting to keep his composure. "You'll try anything to dissolve this bond. Is he really that much better than me?" I didn't know what to say. How do you explain time-travel to a man who already thinks you're a liar? I didn't understand what could have driven my future self to hurt him this badly. The pain in his eyes cracked something inside my chest. "Marcus, please believe me. I don't want to dissolve the bond."

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

"Explain it to me, Kael. Properly, for once, instead of speaking in half sentences and letting me piece together the horror on my own." Kael guided her gently away from the common room, back up the narrow stairs to the privacy of their shared quarters, before he spoke again. "The loop does not always repeat the entire world," he said carefully. "Sometimes it corrects itself in smaller ways. A single day repeats. A single death undoes itself and happens again, exactly the same, or sometimes slightly different, depending on what has changed." "But why would I remember it, when no one else does? Why would that woman not remember her own death?"