Time Travel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Valentine joked and the Scientist laughed along even though not liking him constantly joking about his invention. "Young Master Valentine, why don't you give it a try. I will set the time to seven years back from today, 2015 January." Scientist George looked at the young Valentine, to which Valentine gave a slight nod. "Keep the place of time travel to my current home. I don't wanna time travel to a place where people don't understand what I speak and label me as ‘crazy naked’ " he laughed, " I know Mr. Henderson would be able to handle the future me as he knows you are already planning this for over 10 years."

“Just let her rest. She must have received a tremendous shock. After all, existences like us werewolves or even vampires are uncommon there.” Selena nodded. She was about to pinch the spot between Asteria’s neck to make her unconscious when suddenly a spark of life seemed to come back to Asteria’s eyes. She immediately dodged Selena’s hands. Amidst her blank mind, she had vaguely heard Selena and Elias discussing something. It had extinguished her hope of coming back home when she heard that those two fantasy beings exist. Coupled that there were no more kingdoms exist in the present time of earth, she was sure that she seemed to be in another place that wasn’t earth right now.

Even the blind can see it. “You knew Aria and Kieran were involved,” he continued. “And yet you acted like it didn’t matter. You pretended not to see it. Why?” I looked away, staring down at my hands. I didn’t have an answer that would make sense to him, not even to myself. How was I meant to explain to him that I time travel back in time, I was rebirth, granted a second chance at life and with memories that aches everytime it ran through my mind but then it still all feels like a bad dream.

Tommy, her best friend, a handsome twenty-two-year-old giant of a man and an orphan who has been an unsuitable parcel shunted between overcrowded foster homes, smirked at her, “So, Di, what the hell happened to you? You looked dead, by the way.” “I'm not dead!” “Yeah right.” “I am not dead; you can see me, right? I'm doing okay,” she said, rolling her eyes at him as she remembered how crazy Tommy was. Freshmen days, and they met in the library, and ever since they became best friends. They have worked part-time at Bean Coffee for two years now. He was the one and only person on the planet who seemed rather fascinated with everything about time travel and such. She mentally shook her head. Ho

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.

“But it is possible! I managed to get back to the moment of the accident. If I can do that, then I should also be able to change it. It must be possible to save my love.” “He's dead, Alex. I'm so sorry for you, but you can't change death.” “I get you, I know it sounds unbelievable, but I've really travelled through time. Please believe me, Tim.” When I got home from the lake and my time travel, I was overwhelmed with people’s concerns for my mental health. Susan, in particular, was already so worried about my solo trip to the lake I wanted to make for closure. So I didn't dare tell anyone what had really happened. I told some story about enjoying nature, survival instincts that come up throu

Uncle Hector asked with concern. Instead of answering, I pleaded, "Uncle Hector, please don't let Mom take me this time. I can't go back until Dad comes home at 1:00 am." Uncle Hector seemed certain Mom had lost her mind again. He quickly hugged me and responded, "Don't be afraid, Tina. I'm here. Don't worry. Just stay at my house. You don't have to go anywhere." Then, he gave me a fan, worried I would feel hot. He also asked if I had eaten. He did not go back outside to sleep but stayed with me inside.

I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive. My nose prickled at that thought, and my tears started flowing. I'd spent ten years of my youth pining after him, but he would probably never know that he'd once had a wallflower deskmate who'd crushed on him. Back then, my heart would race if he were to say even one thing to me. I knew that he would take his life for someone in three years, but I never would've expected him to have such a lowly side. I thought about the love letter Peyton had written to Rita York, which she'd disclosed after his death in my past life. It had been written in such a cautious tone that my heart had ached after reading it.

“If I wanted you to read the book, then you read it, and if I don’t want you to read the book, then you don’t read it, it all depends on what I want and since I decided that the book doesn’t exist, what do you think will happen to the book?” “What?” I asked curiously. “You will find out soon enough.” He laughed menacingly, making me cower in fright. “The reason the book doesn’t have a sequence or a befitting ending is because of you Ethan.” “How?” I asked in disbelief. “What did I do?” “Valentine’s Day is a tragedy, the heroine is supposed to remain dead, and what do you think will happen when you interfere with the timeline?” I stared down hard as I wondered how I had interfered with the ti

That little beautiful blonde female who literally held my heart in the palm of her hand and crushed it to nothing without giving me a real chance. “Smart girl,” he finally said, rubbing his face. I conjured up some mushy horseshit over his head and let it fall. He let go of a hard breath and I watched as he created a minute long time spell to reverse it. Witches had been experimenting with time travel as long as we’d had powers, but hopping back a couple minutes or so was about the longest anyone had ever been able to accomplish. I’d never seen anyone be able to go forward. The closest you could get to the future was visiting an oracle or something like that and hoping they were real.