Dive into a Treasure Trove of Time Travel Romance Short Stories
Scarlett Thorne 
A letter arrived, addressed to me—but it was written centuries before I was born.
That’s where it all started. A single letter, neatly folded in an envelope made of thick, yellowed paper. The kind that crinkled under your fingers, with faded ink written in a hand so elegant it felt like I was looking at a work of art. My name was on it, spelled out perfectly—Elena Greyson —even though it had no business being there. Read more
“She never believed in legends until she stumbled upon an ancient book that spoke of time bending at the whisper of a name.”
It was raining in Berlin that day, the kind of cold, steady rain that seems to seep into your bones, making you feel heavy and tired no matter how warm your coat is. I had been working at the old bookstore for months now, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. The store had once been grand, but it had faded with time, just like its owner, Mr. Werner, who now rarely left his back office. Read more
The reflection in the water rippled and shifted, showing me a world that no longer existed.
I stared down at the pool, the surface broken by the slightest breeze. The sky was a dull blue, the kind of color that made you feel like something had been drained from the world. Or maybe that was just me. I watched as my face, framed by dark hair and tired eyes, blurred into the waves. Sometimes I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Read more
The twin moons of Lunaris Prime hung low in the velvet sky, casting a pale glow over the grand ballroom. The lights from a thousand stars outside the glass-domed ceiling twinkled like distant promises, far enough to make one wonder if they were real. The ball had just begun, but I already felt like an imposter, hiding behind a delicate silver mask, the weight of the past hanging on my shoulders like a cloak.
I shouldn’t have been here. Read more
An earthquake shook the ground beneath me, opening a portal to an era I had only read about.
I gripped the edge of the counter, the world trembling around me as everything seemed to blur. The earthquake was sudden, unnatural. It wasn’t just the violent shaking that unnerved me—it was the way it felt. Like something was tearing at the fabric of time itself. The small café where I spent most of my afternoons began to rattle, sending dishes crashing to the floor. Read more
The cool surface of the marble statue sent a chill through my fingertips, but it wasn’t the cold that stopped my breath—it was the way the world around me dissolved, like a dream slipping away with the dawn. The quiet hum of the museum, the footsteps of tourists shuffling from one Renaissance masterpiece to the next, and even the murmurs of the audio guide in my ear—all vanished. In their place, I felt the heavy scent of lavender, the brush of warm air, and the distant hum of life. Read more
The moment I stepped into the old cathedral, the air shifted.
It was like walking through a veil, from the bustling streets of modern Florence to something older, heavier, and drenched in mystery. I had been here a thousand times before, but never like this. Today, everything felt different, as if the cathedral itself was watching me. Read more
A soft whisper in the wind called my name, leading me to a place where time bent and twisted.
I stood still, my heart pounding as the warm breeze stirred the air around me, carrying with it an ancient voice that didn’t belong in the chaos of Cairo’s busy streets. It sounded like it came from far away, as if the very sand was alive, urging me to follow. The city noise faded, replaced by a distant hum, something older, something I couldn’t understand but couldn’t ignore. Read more
I didn’t expect the Venetian masquerade to be anything more than another work obligation. But as soon as I stepped into the grand ballroom, draped in an elegant dress and hidden behind an intricate mask, I felt a strange pull—as though the very air shimmered with secrets. Read more