Clockwork Angel Novels & Stories

Before Adrian could ask another question— The motionless black crystal hands of the ancient clock twitched. Once. Then again. A deep mechanical heartbeat rolled through the chamber. Slowly... For the first time in countless centuries... The clock began to move.

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

Not to mention if they found out that she was one of the guardian angels. Jayantha looked down at his mate who was clutching the front of his clothes. He couldn't see her expression because the cap covered her face , but he was sure that she was frightened. “ Tsk tsk tsk, the modern human world can be really scary, they should be happy Xerxes isn't here." Carlos was equally angered by the noise crowds. Although they were warned never to hurt any human, everyone knows that only the two younger Hawthorne were keeping those rules, the older Hawthorne would have felt disgusted by a mere human trying to make him change his plan.

The large clock in the room ticked proudly from second to second, laying the weight of the thick silence on our shoulders as we waited awkwardly for the staring contest to come to an end. I couldn’t take my eyes off Eva Axton. Sweetheart-shaped face covered with pronounced makeup, golden blonde hair, and tight-fitting clothes. She was at most fifteen and was already at the peak of teenage rebellion. Angel’s deep eyes were squinted and I wondered what was going on in his mind as he stared at his niece. It was obvious that Eva had angered him greatly and I was curious to know how he planned to punish her.

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."

"Time is the only debt that cannot be repaid in gold. But in the Aeolian Isles, we have conquered time through Harmonic Stasis. Panni, Jinyan—bring the Key. The midnight hour approaches." They were led through the marble streets of the colony. It was a masterpiece of 18th-century luxury and psychological horror. Every building was shaped like a component of a watch; the streets were paved in obsidian and copper. As they passed, the Chorus turned in unison, their movements dictated by a central, subsonic hum that Panni could feel deep in her marrow. Inside the Clockwork Mansion, the air was pressurized and heavy. They were brought to a central chamber where a massive pendulum swung from a hei

Emily's expression shifted to one of shock. "Did you know about this locket?" I asked. The woman nodded slightly. "I've seen these lockets on the members of the Dark Angels," she explained. "Can you tell me what they are?" I impatiently responded to her statements. "They are a group of individuals known as the Dark Angels. They were banished from Paradise," I joked, although it felt like a far-fetched notion. When her icy gaze met mine, I quickly stifled my laughter. "You think I'm joking?" she snarled.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

I say, trying to get up and go. “Does this have anything to do with them creeping around Blood Claw yesterday,” Angel asks, folding her hands in front of herself. I look away, irritated that she knew. But she was a Shadow for a long time before joining the council and little got past her. She wouldn't be doing her job if she didn't have her hand on every little thing. When I didn’t answer she decided to explain herself. “Even though Blood Claw was left to rot for the most part, I have wards on it, I know immediately if anyone tries to step foot on the property,” she says, as if it should have been obvious. I hide my frown.

meanwhile in the sky good angel is biting her nails in tension without understanding anything evil angel : do you want to eat your hands too good angel : no but I'm tensed evil angel : why good angel : he is saying to let her go evil angel : he knows very well what he is doing good angel : really evil angel : wait and watch