Time Travel Tales Novels & Stories

“Nova, I heard what happened in the conference room. Listen, you are one of the best scientists the country has but please think this through. We don’t have much time left for the International Science Summit, and we need a potential project completed by 2 months” He was right but I still believed in existence of wormholes and Vampires. Okay maybe not Vampires, but I have to give this a try. “Dr Evans please give me a week, if I fail in proving my theory, I promise I’ll work on the nuclear reactor project” I said. He let out a sigh, knowing he cannot win an argument with me and said, “You have one week and Nova I believe in you” I smile and thank him. I hurry to my car and drive towards home

Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire. "Getting to all the other realms is relatively difficult except for one," Lucian then picked up two of the stones and put them side by side. "Except for the water realm and earth. Llewellyn and I were travelling the seas about two hundred years ago when a storm started to brew."

All of them were astonished by what I said. "Where did you hear of this milady?" One of the generals asked. I'm a time-traveling history junkie and I have read about it multiple times so I know it will happen. "I simply deduced the information I've heard over countless attendance to these war councils." I answered. I tried to act knowledgeable so that they won't see through my bluff. "We will believe your words Lady Nō." Nobunaga said. After the council, I went out to the garden for some fresh air.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.

"Honey, how long will you be gone this time?" I lay on the bed, catching my breath for a moment before getting up to help my husband, Dylan Gallagher, pack. Dylan was a long-haul trucker. He spent more time on the road than he did at home. Each trip took at least a week, sometimes half a month, before I saw him again. When we first got married, I thought it was a great job—good money and the chance to see the country.

But Barbara had recounted tales about when she and her mother had been in high school that still had her ears burning. The sound of a sharp rap against the door drew her attention and she glanced up from straightening a magazine on the coffee table. Instantly, she pushed aside all thoughts of the wild women Barbara and her mother had been all those years ago. But she definitely planned to revisit them later, she thought, as a smile crossed her face. She chanced a final glance at the room service table, which was laden with food, and then crossed the room toward the door.

“Spirit Tool, where do you think Thea is at the moment?” The Spirit Tool said, “Hard to say. The River of Time is terrifying. It is connected to the past, present, and future. In normal circumstances, no one can pass through the River of Time. However, as wisdom knows no boundaries, humans have managed to invent many treasures that go against the Heavenly Path. The treasures allow one to return to the past or travel into the future as they please. Even so, accidents may occur during the transportation process. My theory is that Xandros doesn’t know much about the Time Capsule, and thus couldn’t control time accurately. This caused you to be separated from Thea. She might have arrived at the

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.

Keith didn’t go inside the shop but passed in front of it because he thought the shop must be closed. As he passed by he noticed something odd, He saw that the shop was open and there were customers inside. “Who must be dealing with the customers when I’m here.” He whispered to himself. Keith tried to look carefully but he couldn’t see anyone properly. “I’ll come to work tomorrow” He started to walk towards his home and noticed people. People who would look rich. He saw a family in a car who was waiting for the signal to turn green.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for