Time Traveller Novels & Stories

“And how do you do that?” “I’ve had a group of very intelligent scientist based here in the Wisdom Pack create me a set of poisons. Each has different ways of releasing the powers from each time travellers body. Once it is done, we release them, and compensate them greatly,” Alden explains to me, setting his tea down on the table in front of us. I frown at what i catch in the middle of his sentence. “Time travellers?” “Yes. Time has recruited various souls out there who we are currently saving. Time is the worst immortal, enslaving these people against their will. Many come to me, asking for my treatment,” Alden tells me.

] "…Hah…. I'm gonna keep asking you a few more questions...I want a clear explanation….are you clear?." [Yes Sir, I will try my best to answer all of them.] Honestly, at this point I've already given up on being shocked or anxious, I've read multiple fantasy novels about reincarnation or transportation to a magical world, I even read one just a few minutes ago. After a full 1 hour of Q&A session with T.A.S, I already got the full gist of my situation. One, I'm now a Traveller between Earth and Fantasma, I can travel between the world without any problem all I have to do is say the words to T.A.S and it's done. Two, Traveling between worlds can only be used once a day, and it has a cool downt

I have to play it off cool, of course. "Joke's on you because I wasn't trying that time", she shakes her head like a kindergartner who thinks they won the argument. "The plan is for the travelers to go back to 2020 and stop this", I gesture to the world around us, "from happening". "Hey", she sounds more serious, "If I know anything about time travel, I know that changing any event can impact the entire world as we know it", she looks up earnestly. "Yeah", I shrug, "that's the whole point". Duh.

"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."

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.

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.

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.

Adams asked. "It is generally understood that traveling backward or forward in time would require a device - a time machine - to take you there. Time machine research often involves bending space-time so far as timelines turn back on themselves to form a loop, technically known as a closed time-like curve" she said in one breath as the student marveled at her intelligence not knowing Sarah was behind it all. "That's what happens when you have a project with a genius" Peter muttered to himself. "But, is it possible to travel back in time?" The female judge amongst them asked out of curiosity.

She asked cheerfully. "Evan Lynch." Over the next few days, Hannah and I actively tried to figure out the rules of this time-space distortion phenomenon. But the more we investigated, the more confused we became. Sometimes, something placed in one spot would disappear the next second, but if we put something in the exact same place again, nothing would happen. This time-space distortion seemed completely random. It appeared without warning, and the size of the objects it transferred was random too. But there were still some patterns.

Thorne asked. "Yes," the technician whispered. "But because the machine detaches the consciousness from the forward flow without a velocity boost, he has to... he has to walk the whole way. He’s traveling upstream through time, but he has to experience every single moment of the sixty-five million years to get there." I slammed my phantom fists against the glass. Get me out! I shrieked. Turn it off! Outside, Thorne stepped closer to the pod. He looked directly at me. I could see the individual pores on his skin, the twitch of a muscle in his jaw.