Time Travel Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and love.

, George looked confused, "But now that you search on internet, there are so many articles on the civil war that took place in 2015 in Varson ." "Aren't you from Varson yourself?" "Yes actually and from the time you have time traveled back in the past, I've been feeling that some new memories are coming in my mind and old ones are being confused with. I mean they feel like they never happened before" "What the hell?" Valentine looked at George with confusion.

He looks annoyed but I guess an anger expression would be the best image to see. "You are one of the people who still remember the history of Paradis." I tapped my fingers and chuckled devilishly when I saw how his expression twitched in anger. "The history before the time was reversed 300 years ago," I exclaimed playfully. "And you are the second person who didn't die because of the time problem, your family was one of victim from the Palace massacre of Sylvestre's rebellion." "Shut up!" he yelled and slammed the table. Fara entered and panic was written on her face. I raised my hand to stopped her and glanced at him who was trembling because of anger.

Although she felt a little better, the aching for her husband didn’t lessen. “Since when did you time traveling? Maybe we could see a pattern and work out from there.” “Before I was thrown into time traveling, I was heading out of town with a friend Clavier for an emissary. We were ambushed—” she paused again. “No, they must have killed Clavier. Oh no, no, no, no, no,”

Demarion sighs, "And to be honest, if I did not feel like I was betraying you by keeping this in, I would." Aakifahlynn thought Oh Goddess, would he just spit it out? Whatever it was. But she gathered it was a complex topic for him to broach, and her curiosity skyrocketed, especially as it was the day before the battle. She hoped to the Goddess that it was nothing that would deter their plans. "Ok, I get it, go on." She urged instead. Now, Aakifahlynn never divulged that she traveled back in time to the 1400s, not physically, like 1405 Aakifahlynn did when she herself went further back in time.

Colors bled into one another, landscapes transformed from one era to another, and whispers of long-forgotten voices echoed through the air. Elysia's heart raced as she navigated this surreal labyrinth of time, her senses overwhelmed by the juxtaposition of historical events playing out in a disjointed symphony. Valen's scholarly mind was both intrigued and challenged, his every assumption about time unraveling with each step. Elara's elven instincts proved invaluable, guiding them through the shifting landscapes, while Kael's steadfast determination served as an anchor in the tumultuous currents of tempora

Jenna nodded, “He is.” “When I first met him, I thought he was crazy. Time travel is another myth in my timeline. Its stories and made up. We left the museum and I was supposed to have a visit with my mother after taking the two children home, but she didn’t show. So went back to the museum and back to the clock.”

Eloise sat frozen, heart aching, eyes brimming with tears. Frantically, she searched her phone for answers, most of them confusing—until one article stood out. She tapped it. A bold heading appeared: “Understanding the Effects of Time Travel.” “This is it,” she whispered, reading on. Time travelers often feel fear and confusion, as if trapped in a vivid dream. That sounded familiar. But the next lines chilled her: “Time travel can offer second chances, but sometimes it becomes a cruel loop—forcing people to relive trauma and loss.”

“To be more precise: the year 1790.” 1790. Assisi. Umbria. Italy. The thought of it overwhelmed her. It all felt surreal, as if she were in a dream. She could hardly believe this was really happening, that she was really, actually, here, in this time and place. That time travel really worked. She also felt a bit relieved: of all the times and places she could have landed, Italy in 1790 didn’t sound too foreboding. It wasn’t like landing in prehistoric times.

The itching behind her ear had stopped the moment she appeared here. So time travel was real? Because she knew this room didn't belong to someone in the 21st century. It looked very ancient and magnificent. Thalia started to panic. What year did she travel to again? She’d forgotten. Whatever year it was, it sure went back. She wasn’t in the 21st century, that she knew. "Oh, 1780 right?" She muttered under her breath. The room looked like it belonged in a palace. It was huge. She could fit her room back in her place at least fifteen times. That's how big the place was. If this room didn't belong to a prince or princess, then it belonged to a very rich person.