Time Traveler Novels & Stories

Not like my own memories. “It doesn't work, apparently I can only travel to moments of time that I have experienced myself.” I feel disappointed that I can’t do a great deed, but also relieved that I can let go of that burden. Tim looks thoughtful and concerned when he says, “Maybe it's a good idea to make a little jump in time, for example, yesterday afternoon when we walked to the lake? I get that you want to save him right away, but maybe it would be useful to get a little better at time travel before you try big things?” I nod, he's right again.

His travels have been noted down and are the subject of an investigation that is being undertaken. The nature of time is complicated. To best explain it, there is only one, singular timeline. If a time traveller from 2005 went back in time to tell Ramses II about Facebook, the time traveller could not return to 2005 to see any difference in the world. The time traveller had always gone back in time to tell Ramses, and the events of Ramses learning about Facebook had happened, chronologically, before the time traveller went back in time. Jasper Red had always gone back in time to fall into your back garden, and you had always fed him cornflakes, before he cooperated in a project to create tim

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

"How do you know that?" "Lisa, you traveled back in time already," Kizzy began to explain to me. "Your future self, whether it be a month or a year or five to ten years from now, traveled back to the 19th century. You haven't done it yet, but your future self has. The reason tempus summatum is so dangerous is because you are removing yourself from points in time and manipulating the past where you are going to. It isn't like the conventional type of time travel where, if you were to travel back to the 19th century at this very moment, you would see yourself writing rituals with Marie Laveau. No, you aren't there in the past anymore. Your body is breaking itself down and surrendering itself t

I however, have my back pressed against the bench, my shirt probably getting wet from the sink water. "You don't think, that if time travel ever was to exist, then travelers would be walking among us today?" My heart kind of jumped a little at his words. Jasper just watches me, as I process his words. "Many years ago, a merchant offered my father the ability to visit the future, from a man who had accidentally transported himself many years back in time. Of course, I was introduced to the idea, and I have been traveling often ever since." My mouth fell open in surprise, as yet another tsunami of shock consumed me. No, hit me in the face like a bus.

My fingers found the time device hidden in my tunic pocket—a small, smooth gadget that hummed faint under my touch. I twisted the knob, feeling the familiar pull of time bending. Ready to jump to another era, with these erotic memories burned deep into my mind. Time travel for smut? Yeah, hands down, the best invention out there.

I do feel guilty because ever since I started writing my story, I haven’t got a time to visit their house, much more when we fought. “I’m sorry, things just get busier.” I said when we broke the hug. He pushed Allison and I upstairs to his room, when we entered, I looked around and noticed that nothing has changed in his room. Allison sat on his bed making herself comfortable and Xander opened his laptop. My eyes stopped at the frame on top of his desk, it was our photo together during Christmas 5 years ago. I quickly put it down as I don’t want Allison to see it. Xander saw what I did, and his eyebrows furrowed.

I thought I should make this an explanatory chapter, so that I can explain what has been going on in this story. First of all, those who go back in time or travel to other worlds do not simply send their souls to do so. They don't. They only send a fragment of their soul to fix their biggest unresolved regret. Not everyone can also go back in time like Ariana or Emilio. Only those who have the greatest regrets, or are responsible for the death of many lives, can go back in time or move to another world to right their wrongs.

No matter how I stopped myself, the tears brimming in my eyes rolled to my cheeks. "But you gave birth to a genius, Selene," He said, nodding as if he truly appreciated and admired the talent of my child. "Years after your death, he and his group discovered time traveling. Who would ever believe that there can be a way to revisit the past." I gazed at Marco, then to Albert. I blinked, thinking it might be just my imagination. It was like having a bad reception in the movie that Marco was becoming translucent before my eyes. Perhaps, I was getting dizzy with all the information I was hearing. After a while, his skin becomes clearly visible again.

' I continued my turmoil inside, hugging my own body. I hadn't explained to Cassian what would happen to him in the future because I feared a paradox. Until now, the idea of traveling back in time had never crossed my mind. What I understood was that manipulating time had significant side effects. Apart from paradoxes, the possibility of not being able to return to the actual time would often occur.