Time Travel Novels & Stories

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

That way, she could get him a gift for her apology. After her whole meltdown that evening, the ride home was quiet. On getting to his place, they both went to their separate rooms. The remaining days went by like a blur. They didn't say much to each other and Clara hardly saw him. He was a busy man, he went to work early, and returned late. Then the cycle continues. Whenever he got back, she would’ve been asleep but it didn’t stop her from waking up as she hears the shuffle in his room. Clara wondered what he did in that massive dark room of his.

she asked, not bothering to hide her genuine surprise. He gave another nonchalant shrug. “It’s easier. I have a private jet which can reach us much before the ceremony begins tomorrow. By the look of it…,” he checked his Rolex with one glance. “…if you go on your own, you won’t make it in time.”

Time says, as he motions for me to follow him out the bedroom. “Well, I’m not doubting your abilities, although, I’m not as happy about this as you may assume,” I tell him, trying to keep up with the quickness of his step. “Hey, whereabouts in time are we going? Like, how far back?” Time doesn’t even pause. “Very far back. I mean over a million years,” he tells me.

Valentine said with a very slight interest. Scientist though he was happy to have raised the slight interest, he wasn't happy with the word 'future'. "I have to apologize to you, Young Crimson but time traveling to the future isn't possible right now. I could only succeed in cracking down the code to the past but the future is still to be achieved" came the disappointed reply from the scientist. "Then why call it a Time machine but instead it should be a past travel machine." Valentine joked and the Scientist laughed along even though not liking him constantly joking about his invention.

Could that explain her sudden understanding of the Athabascan language? No way! She thought, rejecting the possibility. Time travel wasn’t possible – forget about all those almost believable Hollywood movies about going to the past or the future, but there was simply no solid evidence to prove that phenomenon to be true. Nobody has ever been able to prove beyond reasonable doubt that time travel was real, because it wasn’t. It’s simply fiction.

“So, if they’re referring to time travel, then, they simply say time travel?” “Generally, it’s just travel,” he explained. “A person will travel forward in time or backward in time. So, they’ll say forward travel or backward travel.” “What about traveling from place to place in the same time. Like I’ve been doing?” I asked. “Teleportation,” he replied. “I knew that,” I giggled. “I’m sure you did,” he grinned. “That, and a whole lot more.” I raised a brow. “What are you saying?”

"But I don't know if it's the right time." Aiden looked at me, his eyes filled with both relief and worry. "So, we've traveled through time? And this future... it's undergone some catastrophic event." Hunter, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. His eyes, shimmering with intensity, revealed a secret he had been holding back. "I believe we've traveled to the right place and time," he said solemnly. "Time moves differently in different realms, and for every week we spent trapped in the past, a year passed in the future. Something could have happened while we were gone."

Cristine exclaimed. “Can’t really help you. I don’t understand the science well, maybe you would. But when they warp space and time, it’s pretty much impossible to send you back. You died in your time period and only then could you be brought here. If we send you back, it’s going to do some weird stuff to the fabric of the universe.” Cristine scrunched her brow. “Oh, right. I… didn’t think about that.” Ellis smiled. “If you want to read about it, I can give you books on it!” she said. Cristine’s eyes lit up.

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 a