Time Loop Novels & Stories

“Listen to me Torque, you need to start speaking English because you sound like you have lost the plot.” “You waking up after a head injury has happened more than once, everything that has gone on in the last few days has happened more than once. This day would come to an end and then it would start again, back to you waking up.” He throws his hands up “This was never about me; this was about trapping you. That’s why it has been a loop and the Queen is probably having a meltdown.” He moves towards me, making me jump back. “You changed this.” “So let me get this straight Torque. You think we are in some kind of time loop, you think we have lived the same days o

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

Another image appeared with the date written across the top. DECEMBER 2. "Day Zero." Then the date changed to NOVEMBER 25. Seven days before. Then another one appeared. NOVEMBER 18. Another seven. Sharon's eyes went wide. "The apocalypse is moving backwards." "Exactly." Alex's expression turned dark. Evelyn smiled. "Every time you change something, the timeline corrects itself." Sharon shook her head. "It doesn't make sense." "It doesn't have to." The screen changed to show Sharon's storage room.

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.

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

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

Adams asked. "It is generally understood that traveling backward or forward in time would require a device - a time machine - to take you there. Time machine research often involves bending space-time so far as timelines turn back on themselves to form a loop, technically known as a closed time-like curve" she said in one breath as the student marveled at her intelligence not knowing Sarah was behind it all. "That's what happens when you have a project with a genius" Peter muttered to himself. "But, is it possible to travel back in time?" The female judge amongst them asked out of curiosity.

“Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.” It’s the same old thing. I’ve heard of this story a lot of times that a person perusing this would have imagined. I’ve also heard her reminders about me not touching it countless times in my life. But even after hearing the same reason over and over again, I don’t have the slightest idea as to what is the real purpose of time manipulation. Is it to return to the past? Or to manipulate the present? Or then again to venture out to see what's to come? Or perhaps… to keep away from death. Time, in a sense, is ceaseless and my mother’s not the first person who attempted and is st

He wanted to study you but he realized that my wolf blood was beginning to devour your muscles and that you would not last long, so he had to use this method to keep you alive until he found a way to stabilize you- -And that method he found years later- The wolf nodded and licked his face. The images ran where they only saw silhouettes walking, darkness of the dark room for a long time, the new machinery that was put in, new personnel until reaching a moment the closest to the update where the capsule was melting leaving it in view with the same age at which it had been frozen.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.