Time Traveler Novels & Stories

It also had chaotic attributes, so when entering chaos, it would not disintegrate into dust. Upon seeing the third item, Wilbur's eyes widened. He had thought he could use this Time-Space Vessel to travel to any dimension, but after reading the description, he realized that the Time-Space Vessel could only travel to dimensions with the same time flow rate and could not go back to the past or forward to the future. Therefore, although such a Time-Space Vessel could travel to many places and had teleportation capabilities, it was meaningless to Wilbur. Wilbur moved his gaze downward again and focused on the fourth option.

If provoked, I am capable of becoming evil, and if it is necessary to accomplish my objectives, I will never perish in hell by myself. Then I burst out laughing hysterically. “What's the---" This young man, Xander, who had been holding my chin before, moves back and releases his hold on my face as I begin to laugh uncontrollably. Most women would behave like wolves' prey—rabbits. But I'm unique; I'm not just any average woman; I'm a time traveler known as a regressor, and I'll never blow this chance that has been handed to me. Even if it puts my life in jeopardy, I won't make a mistake this time.

Klara heaved a deep sigh before she began; “Several years ago, Darin, a distant relative created this time machine, hoping to go back into time to save his wife from himself but it didn’t work. He was lost in an unknown period, up till now, no one knows if he succeeded by travelling back into time or to the future. All we know is that his experiment failed.

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

"Yes. I've been guiding you since the day you woke up one month before your wedding. The time travel—that was me. I figured out how to send consciousness back, used it to give you a second chance. A chance to change everything." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Would you have believed me? You barely believed in time travel itself." Future Maya pulled out a device—something technological Maya didn't recognize. "This is a quantum displacement unit. The only working prototype. I used it to send your consciousness back. I've been using it to monitor your timeline, send messages, guide you toward better outcomes." "Better than what?"

I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline. If someone will ask me who I am, my only answer will be…I am someone lost in time.

His attention was soon captured by the slave dilemma between the north and south and he joined in to assist with a cause he considered worthy. Brandon tolerated traveling well. Since he began his travels through time his molecular composition adjusted itself accordingly. The aging process was slowed down and although he’d still die one day, he aged at a rate of one year for every ten of the normal human being in his own birth time. It was an occupational hazard or perk, depending upon how one looked at it. He’d watched people he loved grow old and pass away. This was a part of being a traveler that he didn’t enjoy.

This is the multiplicity theory. Rerillion stands up and walks away from the camera Rerillion: Time travelers seek to travel in a diagonal manner... the displacement affecting multiple variations of vertical and horizontal points makes this harder... That is why time travel is only accessible to a minuscule number of worlds. These worlds will need a science library the size of a solar system to even start the basics of this exploit. But traveling vertically is much easier since the horizontal is set on a definite turn point only one dimension is needed to be crossed.

Azrael and Elijah never thought he'll be able to see this happening again. Mara spread her arms as if she was greeting some guests and welcoming them inside her home. "Do you... want to visit the past with me?" Not a single one of them was given a chance to answer whether they agree or disagree. They were brought somewhere dim and silent and they felt like they were riding something invisible. In fact, they are riding the arm of the clock tilting counter clockwise. Seconds later, they saw tapes filled with images and sounds. So this is how a person with time magic travel back into the past and visit the future?

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 The Temporal Cartographer was humming, the Core of Stabilized Chaos pushing the Vigilance not through space, but through the shimmering, turbulent streams of linear time. This was unlike any dimensional jump, dimensional travel was instantaneous. Temporal travel was a viscous, heavy process, like navigating a river of liquid glass.