Time Manipulation Novels & Stories

Eva checked the time and she realized it had only been fifteen minutes since she entered the machine. “It has only been fifteen minutes? I thought it was a lot longer.” She spoke. “Yes, time is moving faster in Third Reality, fifteen minutes in real life is almost an hour there. It’s pretty convenient, isn’t it?” He spoke casually like it’s not a big deal. She didn’t know how he was able to manipulate human’s perspective of time, but she didn’t hate it. “I will personally drive you back home. I memorize the route to your apartment, but before that, there is one more thing I need to talk to you about.”

Timelines branching and splitting based on choices I'd made or influenced. "Every life you touched, you changed," Janice continued. "That's the nature of time manipulation. Small changes cascade into larger ones. You didn't just save your son—you rewrote the entire fabric of events for everyone in your sphere of influence." "I don't understand," I admitted. "If I made things better, if I helped people—why is that wrong?"

"The two of you are much different from our last time meeting." "A lot has happened." Phuture replied, feeling the tension rising as seconds went by. "What's up, Time?" "You know why I'm here..." Time folded his arms while shaking his head. "You're changing too much shit; this is historical inaccurate!" "Time... we really don't have any time for this." "You're out of time and place...I have to stop this from-" Time's mouth was shut quickly by Terrance, being grabbed by the face and tossed into the air disrespectfully.

This was lucky for them because when a Timekeeper comes into their full power, they have their first jump, which is always to the future. Now, when a Timekeeper jumps, only their soul jumps. They can jump through time, through space & through dimensions. There are 12 dimensions that make up the wheel of time, & a Timekeeper can land in their body in another dimension, in the past, or in the future. They jump 4 times a year, during the solstices & equinoxes, & can spend anywhere between 48-72hrs in a jump. When they jump, usually their body is occupied by another version of them, whether it be from another dimension, the past, or the future.

She wasn't looking at the colosseum anymore. Images cascaded directly into her mind, a global shockwave felt not in distance, but in time. In Geneva, the morning sun over Lake Geneva suddenly stopped in the sky, jumped backward three hours, and locked into a perfectly stable dawn. In London, the hands of Big Ben spun counterclockwise at a furious pace before snapping into perfect alignment with a clock in Tokyo. Across the world, the bleeding edges of the splintered timelines—the burning cities and ancient legions—were gently pulled back into their proper eras, sealed away by a golden web of chronological anchors. The timeline wasn't being erased. It was being reinforced.

The destination was also marked out as hostile. “What we have here is a classic case of ‘Internal Old Machine Tampering’ where the fact that creators not trusting their machines can be exploited. The system does the time travel and then does not check if it is in the correct location. It simply tests for space viability using oxygen sensors, seeing if it can remake its cargo, no matter where it landed. The process, however, is a long one and the checking process is repeated multiple times with more analogue methods before any person or object materialises. As little of the code and system are used, and the time machine materialises first without the cargo, just in case.

I asked. "Desire. It is their nature turn back the time," she answered. "It is the the second time that the world revolved backwards. The first reversed was 300 years ago, the Paradis end." I froze. "What, how could that be?" I murmured. "There's no way... " "There are questions that you must answer yourself. Since you're in a different case, you're not the holder and yet you can still remember everything that happened." The curtains moved and I saw her eyes peeks, that golden eyes were like a glitter of peace.

★𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖆 The Age of Watching stretched into the equivalent of four Terra-Mundus years the precise window of time Rix's initial Anchor had purchased for them. In the Archive of Stillness, time felt distorted; every minute contained the consequence of months. I sat before the main observation screen, which displayed the temporal flow of Terra-Mundus. The Temporal Irritant the slight rhythmic stutter in their timeline was constant, a microscopic, nagging pain in the elemental fabric of their reality.

Pamela looked even more confused. "So I teleport?" "Not exactly." Order continued reading. "The user temporarily removes themselves from the normal flow of time." Hunter's eyes widened. "Oh." He understood first. I didn't. Order patiently explained. "Imagine you wish to walk from one room to another." Pamela nodded. "You still walk." "You still move." "But..." He tapped the page. "Time stops for everyone else until you arrive." Silence. Pamela stared. Marcus stared. I stared. Chaos blinked twice.

“I was created to fix this violation, I cannot cease to exist without completing my function!” “Your function just became obsolete,” I gasp, still holding onto the moment while time tries to resume around me. The Reconciliation makes one final desperate attempt, reaching for me with dissolving appendages, trying to erase me before it completely falls apart. My silver wolf surges up inside me and I shift partially, just enough to give me the speed and strength to dodge backward through time, riding the timeline forward again as the Reconciliation collapses into nothing. I’m rushing forward through moments now, watching my life replay in fast forward, seeing everything happen again but slightl