Wheel Of Time Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

Clearly him and I had nothing to do with this. A wisp of wind hit me, blowing my hair back over my shoulders. Suddenly, Thought has arrived from thin air, likely having heard the commotion from inside. He takes one look at Time, and his jaw clenches. Time talks before his brother even has a chance to announce his concern. “I know you can’t get into my head, but there must be some kind of residual magic around this place, because I just walked myself off a cliff without any intention to. My body just...did it.”

“What did you do, Maise?” She gulped down air and picked at her nails, unable to look at me. “I found a coven. They… they could rewrite time. They just needed a blood sacrifice, and they would rewrite time so my mom ended up with her fated mate. I figured if he was designed for her, he would have actually let her lead and the current king wouldn’t be making decisions that would end all shifters.” “You are your mother’s true mate’s child,” I reminded her. “They had already made the decision to not commit to each other.”

"Yes and no. I say so because being able to manipulate time is like borrowing a power from me and drawing a small portion of me. However with you, it's completely different. You have your own source so you my dear are chosen by time as one so you're like me." "Time." "We are the sources. People can get the powers of time if we bless them with it. However time chose you or to say layed dormant in you." Giselle was shocked to hear this. Being a source of time was something she had never expected. "You need to have more control over yourself Giselle. Judging your enemy in darkness is difficul and even more difficult when darkness itself is your opponent." Saying so, Time has vanished from the p

“But she smiled and said, ‘Time forgets nothing.’ She used her powers to travel back in time.” Wanda’s voice broke slightly. “She returned a day later, holding enough Aurealis Blooms to cure me and a thousand others. The entire kingdom was in awe. For the first time, the fairies realized time wasn’t just a force—it was mercy.” I blinked back tears. “And that traveler was…” “Wanda Chronos,” she finished softly. “Your past self.” My lips parted. “So… I saved you?”

she shot back, tears burning her eyes. Thunder rumbled overhead, and rain began to fall, cold and relentless. Claire turned, her heart breaking even as she walked away. Ryan stood frozen, the rain soaking him to the bone. And for the first time in a long time— he didn’t chase her. --- Claire didn’t stop until she reached the edge of the estate. There, hidden beneath an old willow tree, was her last hope— a forgotten gate leading to the old roads beyond. She fumbled with the rusty latch, her hands slick with rain and blood.

Taylor Reluctantly, I join him at the table. “What is up?” He asks. I shake my head back and forth. “Song of the day time,” he announces. Shit! He doesn’t play fair. I’m feeling all kinds of awkward and confused, and now I have to sum it up in a song. Closing my eyes, I attempt to focus. I can’t find the perfect song. I grasp the first lyrics I can. Instead of summarizing, I recite a line of lyrics from the end of Total Eclipse of the Heart. “Once upon a time...”

But the silence had a way of crawling into my thoughts when I was least expecting it. Every time my mind wandered, I pictured him with her—the woman his mother had always wanted for him. Aleksander standing by her side, tall and coldly beautiful, as if I had been nothing more than a placeholder. I hated the knot of unease that twisted in my chest at the thought. I had no right to feel this way anymore. Because I had Alf now.

“This is better than the time I accidentally became a cult leader in old England. I had an accent and everything. Now that was a party.” Marcus stared at him, unsure if he was joking. With Aidain, he never knew. Sometimes, he spoke of things that had happened even before Alessandro’s time, and if they were true, they would make Aidan a lot older than he said. The shifter rose, glass in his hand. “Well, as fun as this has been, I have people to spy on,” Aidan said. “And yes, I’ll find you after you finish your all-important duties tonight and take you to Dani.”