Timeless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was a vision of a future where I would die while she, my mate, remained forever untouched by the passage of years because of Silas. The mere thought of losing her to the inexorable march of time sent a pang of longing through my heart. In that dream,I glimpsed an eternity with Silas, a vampire who could offer Chassy an immortal existence. A union that transcended the limitations of time, where they would traverse the centuries together, locked in an unending embrace.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

I went downstairs to empty the trash can. It was then that I noticed a global limited-edition Lamborghini parked in the corner of the street and shaking viciously. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Calmly, I whipped out my phone and took a recording of the entire process inside before sending the video straight to the biggest tabloid news agency in the world. "I want the whole world to have watched this video by 7:00 pm tomorrow," I said. In my last life, Selena Bloomberg, the orphan I'd taken pity on and brought home with me, had usurped and stolen my identity as the rightful heiress to the Bloomberg family.

I wanted to sleep and never wake up. Nyssandra gasped and gave me a shake. I blinked at her, not really seeing her. “How much time was rewritten?” she asked. A sleepy fog was filling the space of my mind. I couldn’t hold on to a thought. “Twenty minutes or so.” My eyes closed, and the world faded to gray. Nyssandra whispered in my ear. “Twenty minutes is only the beginning.”

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

For the good of my mental peace, I would change the subject. "You know who your mate is?" I perked an eyebrow in her direction while holding my breath because of my tight dress. I knew it would be difficult to put it on, but this was making for an impossible mission. How could the people of the past use things like this all the time? It seemed impossible to me. "Yes, I knew it since I was a baby. I am timeless; age has no effect on me. But we can not be together." "Why not?" "Because he is twenty years older than me," she answered.

Me, his armor should follow him where he would go, where he would rest, together and happily. I ended up the 2500 years old chronicle this day. Now, there would be no more Hadius. There would be no more schemes, no more pains, and no more sacrifices. The thing that would be will be only the joy, the merriness, and only the love, the immortal love of mine, and him. I gently opened my eyes. This might be heaven. Heaven had such a similar builts like that of earth. Why do they even need the fan there? I smiled as I open my eyes and looked around.

I got a strange dream after drifting back to sleep. I saw the sorceress Shadow talking cryptic crap again, standing on a sand dune. The frames were shifting too soon and I was holding on to every word she said. "Timewarp allows anomalies. You meet people you are not meant to. And sometimes you meet them earlier than you should. The sooner you tell your husband about your truth, the better. Ease him into it, now!" A strong wind blew and she was vanishing into the desert soil.

The End of Forever in The Past and Forever in The Future *** CONTINUTE TO THE NEXT CHAPTER TO READ DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON GODDESS *** Copyright Information The characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction. The places, story settings, surrounding, and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Specific real landmarks and brands are referrenced in this story. The characters and events do not relate to any person living or dead. The book deals with adult themes, violence, kidnapping, and other triggers are mentioned. Stealing of any work or content is considered plagiarism and is a crime. All rights reserved. Neener_Beener 2021

Particularly triggered by the stench of blood—which probably triggered the traumatizing memory of the death of her husband—my mother, worried and frightened at the same time, want me to stay close to her so I am not lost, not because, uh, the blood. I do get an origin question from my mother regarding the blood. How am I able to look so bloody soaking wet in just a matter of few seconds. Her sentences added some intel inside the notes I made regarding the existence of a parallel universe called the Flesh, that the time spent in the real world differs from the time spent inside that cavernous labyrinth. A few hours there is equal to just a few seconds in the real world, which mean, I got soak