A Clockwork Orange Novels & Stories

Please wake up! I'm starting to panic now! I don't know how I got here or how the fuck it's even possible for me to even be here! Or how I can understand what is being said since I'm obviously in an ancient time where English has not been invented yet! Now I believe in magic, but I have to get the hell out of here! When the handsome warrior stops right in front of me, his face is hard and firm. I feel like a subordinate about to receive an ass-chewing.

The machine was a colossal clockwork monolith of pure primordial steel, its massive gears grinding together with a deafening, mechanical roar that shook the very foundation of the capital. System Status: Read-Only Memory (ROM). Software injection: Impossible. Logic manipulation: Denied. "It doesn't have an operating system," I whispered through our open-source mind-link, my golden wings beating slowly as I hovered above the smoke-choked plaza. "The commands are physically stamped into the gears. It cannot be hacked, Xander. It only knows one directive: Eradicate." A massive, solid steel piston from the engine violently slammed downward, missing my position by inches and vaporizing a stone to

And beneath it all, a new scent: the cold, dead-universe smell of mercury and silence. The workshop was ransacked. Tools scattered. Dimensional components shattered on the floor. And sitting in the center of the destruction, on his own workbench like a puppet with cut strings, was the Hollowsmith. The clockwork man's bronze body was cracked and tarnished. His mismatched glass eyes flickered, one red, one green, both dimming. His needle-thin fingers were broken, bent at impossible angles. "Ah," the Hollowsmith wheezed, his voice grinding like stripped gears. "The boy who broke the sky, come to break the clockmaker."

Nevertheless, half of the clock seemed to be missing. The clock made Lucas puzzled. 'The mighty treasure that landed… could that possibly be it… 'One of the Ten Legendary Weapons, the Eastern Royalty Clock?' Even though only half of it was there, it still had an aura that made others hold in their breaths. The Rank 9 Mad Ox Dark Race, Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman, and Rank 9 King Kong were thinking of moving the clock that only had half of it left. However, even after giving it everything they had, they were still unable to get the clock to budge an inch.

I just laughed, wiping my tears off. *** 2 hours earlier... I arrived at the warehouse. But there's something is off. The door is open, inviting... I kicked the door to the warehouse, both gun in hands. My eyes scanning the room. There's nothing here except boxes, boxes, and more boxes. Behind those boxes, I found a desk. A light shone from above, like guiding me to it. There was an envelope on it. More specifically, it's an orange envelope. My favorite color. And my father's...

"We’ve done it, haven't we? No more 'Shifts.' No more 'Cycles.' We’re the 'Engine' now, Audrey. We’re the 'Tick' in the clock." "We are more than the 'Tick,' Lucas," Audrey said, her hand turning the valve to its final, open position. "We are the 'Weight' that makes the clock 'Work.' We are the 'Soot' in the gears that makes the 'Tick' sound like 'Life'."

For weeks, my husband had been disappearing for two hours every night. One night, I tailed him to a strange pawnshop. Inside, he was holding my nightgown. “I want to trade six months of her life. Wendy’s healthy. She’ll be fine.” Then he pulled out my lipstick and handed it to the shopkeeper. “It's only three days of her youth. She won't notice.” The shopkeeper placed my belongings on an antique bronze scale, selling off pieces of my life as if they were worth nothing. I stormed inside to stop them, but my husband grabbed me around the waist and pinned me against the cold counter. He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You know Aria’s been coughing up blood. How can you just let her suffer

However, before going back to the past, you must make a contract with me. Aurora frowned slightly. Suddenly, she had a bad premonition. But right now, she had no other choice. Even if this damn watch offered a slave contract, she still had to sign it. In front of the watch fought condensed an ancient page of the paper, which gave off a pale yellow aura with cryptic characters. The clock spoke slowly, its voice still hoarse and hard to hear, but exuding a sense of power:

And though his state of surprise had faded, he was still very much interested in what he was seeing. “And this,” Cronos pointed at the clock in his chest before taking a small pause. “Well, you know what this is, don’t you?” Cronos smirked and Mane nodded his head. The grey clock that reeked of time and ticked several seconds into minutes and minutes into seconds was one that Mane had never seen before. Yet he didn’t need to be told what it was. “The Clock of Eternity,” Mane croaked, his voice patchy and broken like a man who had known no food nor wine for decades.

Instead, a hidden latch hidden behind the carved wooden crown of the clock released with a dull thud. Vikram reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold, aged wood. The entire face of the grandfather clock swung open like a narrow door, revealing not the intricate gears and brass weights of a standard timepiece, but a dark, hollow shaft leading straight down into the foundations of the old house.