Wheel Of Time Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Nothing made sense. When Dan refused to recognize her or what used to be between them, Willow choked it up, telling herself that it was fate, and of course, the consequences of toying with time. Even long before Alice convinced her to steal the time-travelling device from Carmen, she knew there would be repercussions. Not that she believed it would really work. But Alice was hopeful. She wanted to go back in time and bring her daddy back. She wanted her family whole. She was the one responsible for everything Willow did. Then how the fuck could she betray her like this? How could she become someone else’s?

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

I am known as Lady Eve to many in this time period. After listening to the two British men, I tried to think back to what would be good time periods to reenter my life. My great, great, great mother Dora said I had to go back to that moment in time when she pulled me out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t alter the events that had happened too far to the point of creating a new event to happen. I couldn’t possibly stop them from holding me hostage. However, I could go back in time to do little, small things to ensure I survived the ordeal. In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her.

Freddie didn't believe it until I died right in front of him. At that moment, he nearly lost his mind. He ignored the system's warnings and used up his accumulated points to trade for a chance to rewind time. But no matter how hard he tried, I always ended up dead. After countless attempts, the desire to keep me alive became an obsession. His points dwindled, and the time he could rewind became shorter and shorter. The last time he opened his eyes, it was the day before I confessed my feelings to him. It was late at night, and I was already sound asleep.

The woman who once trusted me unconditionally now only doubted me without question. I couldn't be bothered to argue. Rising to my feet, I unbuckled the worn watch from my wrist and tossed it lightly to the floor at Nicholas's feet. That single gesture broke the restraint of both Agness—the one from nineteen, and the one from twenty-seven. The nineteen-year-old burst into tears. "Frank, please… don't… don't do this." But the twenty-seven-year-old's eyes blazed red, her fury no longer containable. "Frank! Do you think I'll tolerate this insolence?"

Harper murmured, stepping closer. "I'm fine," I lied, snatching the tea. The heat of the thermos seeped into my palms, but it couldn't touch the frost spreading through my veins. I sat at my drafting table, staring at the blueprints for the 'Timeless Bond' armor. It was supposed to be the ultimate protection for a mated pair on the ice—a fusion of modern hockey tech and ancient pack wards. Timeless. The word felt like a slap. Tristan was preparing to claim Selene in front of the High Council, yet he was haunting my footsteps like a jilted mate. It was a game of shadows, and I was done playing.

Elysia, empowered by her connection to the realm's history, channeled the threads of fate, weaving them into a shield of temporal resilience. As the Time Weaver's attempts to manipulate time faltered, its form wavered and flickered. It let out a haunting cry, a discordant harmony that reverberated through the realm of temporal distortion. The threads of the web trembled, and the heroes seized this moment of vulnerability.

“But in my world—” The laws of time bow to different masters here, little wolf. “You can do that?” she breathed. “Bend time itself?” He caught the starlight in his gaze. I merely persuaded it to linger where we needed it most. The dream realm’s veil softened. Firelight dimmed. His hand slipped from her waist. A moment later, Boston’s pale dawn light streamed through her bedroom windows as if no time had passed. Lyra lay wrapped in blankets, her heart swollen with twelve impossible hours in Vaelrion’s arms.

At its center stood an altar of fused bone, the Ashweaver's Fang embedded in its surface. Kael froze. "That's impossible. You destroyed it." The Fang hummed, its blade pristine, as if the battle in the woods had never happened. The girl's spirit drifted to the altar. "The well bends time. This is where your story *unfolded*... and where it *ends*." The Voidmother's presence thickened. *"Take it. Finish what you started."* But the doll in the girl's arms shifted, its melted eye now glowing violet. The Hollowshriek's wail echoed through the grove.

Brehm begins shaking, “I’m sorry your grace.” I step away trying to calm myself. Taking a deep breath, I ask, “Were you there when they changed time?” “Yes, I tried to stop them.” “Who else was there?” I ask. “It was Jonat, her uncle, twelve of the appointed members of the court, and another twenty dragons I only saw during the gatherings. They went to fate first. William tried to convince her that you and the princess shouldn’t be together. She said you were already bonded. The only way to remove the bond was to change time itself. So we went to the timekeeper. The keeper needed more magic than William and the dragons, so William got his sons and Jonat got another thirty dragons. When they