Clockwork Angel Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around seventeen and angels shift sometime between sixteen and eighteen. You still have time. Until your eighteen. Your just not a normal Shifter. You still may be human but you could still be a dark angel. If your special you could be a white angel but there hasn’t been one for hundreds of years so it’s very unlikely.”

-00- “Someone please open the door. Someone is pressing the bell noisily.” “Why don't you do it, Molly?” “My hands are full of bread dough. You open the door, Martha.” “I'm washing the dishes. Laila?” “I'm cleaning the room. Angel! Please open the door, Honey. Someone is ringing the bell continuously.” Angel opened the bedroom door and yawned softly. Her mother and aunts were very noisy and forced her to get out of bed. She only slept at one o'clock because she had overtime with Xander at the office. She planned to wake up later today because of the weekend. But her mother and aunts shouted loudly and asked her to open the door.

Point to Angel at a clock and talk to the shop staff. "Yes, miss. Did you mean the brown watch?" "Right." The shop staff showed a watch that caught Angel's attention. A watch that is simple but at the same time cool, it suits Sean very well. Angel smiled even more happily when he put his watch of choice on Sean's wrist. "Gosh, that watch fits you so well." Angel covered her mouth with both hands. "I'll take that one." Then Angel went back to talking to the shop staff. "Yes, I'll pack it up first."

The angel’s glow dimmed slightly as its expression turned serious. “I don’t like that face,” Deja said, sitting up. “That’s your ‘Girl there’s a problem’ face. What now? “That’s why I’m here. There’s been a... complication.” Deja narrowed her eyes. “What kind of complication? Because if this is about that time I ordered three milkshakes and blamed it on the dog, that was survival, not gluttony.” “The timeline is destabilizing,” the angel said gravely. “The what is doing the who now?”

with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready. The preparation was extensive. Full body waxing. Makeup applied to perfection. Hair styled. Bodies oiled until their skin gleamed. Each angel wore the same uniform: a black silk robe that would be removed the moment they entered their assigned stations. "Room assignments," announced Mistress Katrina, the club's manager....a severe woman in her fifties who ran The Obsidian with military precision. "Maya, you're in the Velvet Room tonight. We have eighteen members booked for gloryhole service between 9 PM and 2 AM. Think you can handle that?"

I shout in triumph, when I come to a wall. It looks like any other, but that’s by design. The founders of our illustrious council were very clever indeed. I pull out the necessary medallion from my pocket and thrust it into the locking mechanism. My fingers push and crank it, and I hear the wall begin to move. “Wake the dead!! You old bag of bones welcome to the future,” I whisper, with absolute glee. “Godfrey, I’m really uneasy about this,” Angel says, just over my shoulder.

POV DARLENE The Twelfth Layer of Entropy was not a sanctuary, nor was it a battlefield; it was a Temporal Guillotine. As we stepped through the shattered remains of the Eleventh Gate, the bioluminescent marble of the Sovereigns didn't just fade—it was sucked into a massive, spiraling Clock-Tower of Bone that stretched into a sky of bruised violet and absolute black. This was the Chamber of the First Luna’s Final Clock, the terminal point of the High Council’s logic, where the "Too Much" energy of twenty-six cycles was being compressed into a single, lethal second of Systemic Reset.

Abby's POV After a long, healing night wrapped in his arms, I lay awake in the quiet darkness, staring down at the antique pocket watch my grandfather had given me. It was like it had a reality of its own. The delicate golden hands pointed firmly to 9:00 PM—the exact same time Nicholas had violently attacked me in my office. But when I checked the actual bedside digital clock, glowing softly in the dark, it read 3:00 AM. This magical watch was keeping its own mysterious time. It was counting down.

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. At the very bottom of the shaft, a faint, amber glow pulsed gently, keeping time with a heartbeat that was no longer audible, but felt through the floorboards beneath their feet. The secrets of the watchmaker’s will were no longer confined to yellowed parchment; the true mechanism had finally been set in motion.