Time Machine Novels & Stories

Thorne asked. "Yes," the technician whispered. "But because the machine detaches the consciousness from the forward flow without a velocity boost, he has to... he has to walk the whole way. He’s traveling upstream through time, but he has to experience every single moment of the sixty-five million years to get there." I slammed my phantom fists against the glass. Get me out! I shrieked. Turn it off! Outside, Thorne stepped closer to the pod. He looked directly at me. I could see the individual pores on his skin, the twitch of a muscle in his jaw.

I can see he’s so depressed. “You small girl, don’t you dare tell this to anyone or else I will be dead too?” "I won’t. Last question, what’s his name?" “Dr. Alaric” “Holy shit,” all of a sudden, I remembered everything in a flash of memory from Alaric’s murder till the time machine. How could I forget everything? Chris already told me this time machine is totally different. We all will forget everything and the worst part is we don’t belong on this parallel earth. We lost. Now I’m in 1803. How will I go back? we are lost in time. Who will save us? Every memory gives me a panic attack. My head is spinning. I dropped to my feet.

the assistant sighed. " So what do you expect me to say" Valentine asked, "Is there a reason to be saying all this right now when I asked you to show me another time travel for me to believe it". George said, "Yes, there are still ten more minutes before the machine could cool down itself to come to its initial state. It gives a really huge load for even the supercomputers to handle"

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

I have heard of people, wishing that they could go back in time, to undo, the undone now. At some point, my thoughts had taken me there, where I wished, that night was different. But I know that one can't undo the yesterday, and only today, stares one in the face, for them to take charge of it. I have cried and cried, and all the times I did, I experienced a headache. It didn't help that I had just come back from the hospital, hours ago, feeling really tired and wanting to be alone for some time.

Suddenly Arthur called her, "Come here, I have something to show you." There was a cellar at the backyard. It was closed. Whenever Myra asked about that her mother told her that it was for avoiding tornadoes. They could easily save themselves by entering in it during natural calamity. But they never faced a tornado to go down in that cellar. Never in her life had she gone down under. Arthur lifted the lid and told her to go down after him. As they reached down there was a metal door with a combination of lock. Arthur cursed seeing the lock and dialled the number of his father. After asking him the combination of number he typed those number. And bingo, the door got opened with a cracking sou

David demanded. And before their eyes, the tower was being built from the ground up. next to Niklaus's tower. Kie watched in amazement. "It's called ChronoMorph Technology (CMT). It got Its name from its abilities, a combination of "Chronos" (time) and "morph" (shape), reflecting its time-traveling and shape-shifting capabilities." My Father explained to Kie. "She can also time travel, yes, but that is tricky and that is what 'The Order is after. One wrong move with time and it will affect everyone say your mother was killed before you were born instead of after, you would have never met Rea, She would have never become Niklaus's Queen, and never found Atlantis. Bella, Abigail, and Oliver w

Aidan leans in. “Where.” I hesitate. Because the answer— Doesn’t make sense. “It’s not in space,” I say. “Then where is it.” I look at the readout. At the data that shouldn’t be possible. “It’s in the system timeline.” Silence. Then— “…I’m sorry, what,” Matteo says. “It’s not a spatial anomaly,” I explain. “It’s temporal.” “That’s not better.” “No.” Aidan nods slowly. “It’s an echo of a previous state.”