Clockwork Angel Novels & Stories

Kurt grinned then. "Maybe now I believe we do have a chance," he said with gusto. "Keep it down, Kurt. This is between us two," Angel cautioned. Kurt nodded, beaming with smiles. When Angel lay on his bed with hands folded behind his head, he directed his eyes to the sidewall, settling them on the clock. It was a big digital one, mounted up the concrete wall for everyone to see. He noted it was 3 a.m. He was glad for a lot of things that night, one of them was escaping the cry of pain and anguish that sipped through the walls every night.

His left shoulder remained a heavy, lifeless block of grey muscle, but his right hand immediately reached out, his thick, scarred fingers dragging across the floor until they clamped around my hip, pulling my shivering body flush against his flank. "Lyra..." he rasped, his voice a gravelly, hollow vibration that rattled in the pitch-black space. "The dark... it's ticking." Through the absolute shadow of the vault, the rhythmic, mechanical ticking we had heard during the fall had grown louder, filling the chamber with a precise, metallic cadence. Tick. Tick. Tick. It wasn't the sound of an explosive matrix. It was the vast, complex resonance of a grand mechanical timepiece—an ancient Reliquar

At the center of the vault stood a pendulum that swung across the cavern with a low heavy whoosh. With every swing the surrounding shadows. Contracted in a weird way. Suspended inside the glass housing of the pendulum was a delicate figure wrapped in silver clothes—the **Chronos-Weaver the Sixth Celestial. Her eyes were wide and empty and a single crystalline tear hung frozen on her cheek trapped in a localized stasis field. "She’s the anchor for the Capitals stability, " Ryker said, dropping from a hanging iron pipe above us. "If that pendulum stops swinging the time-stream for the basin breaks.

she inquired, reaching out with her senses. Across realms and dimensions, each guardian felt the ripples of a looming threat. Their instincts, honed over time, screamed of an impending danger, its epicenter rooted in the clock tower. Sasha, in her tranquil meadow, was the first to act. Conjuring a portal, she stepped into the heart of the clock tower. The pulsating aura of the bleeding hourglass greeted her, its menace palpable. "By the stars," she breathed, "What has happened here?"

"Angel." Angel was stopped crying when she hears his voice in a low tone. Even though she closes her eyes, she will immediately know who is the owner of that voice. The way he pronounces her name, she really knows that that’s her man, that’s the man who owns her heart and her soul. The reason why her heart beats like this. Honestly, she wants to hear it again and again. “Josh?” she answered even though she knows that Josh can’t hear her voice. She hurriedly got out of her bed and wiped her tears. She has been crying for a while and asking her guardian angel to meet him once more.

“But to answer your question, yes they are the ones that the angels can’t keep their eyes or hands off.” The old woman then turned around, and started walking to the northern part of the pack. “Let’s start there, Kataigida. The clock is ticking.”

A loud roaring was heard and a bang was echoed in the air. Hunter’s PoV I was getting worried with each passing second, it’s been two hours since she was in the washroom, I could hear the shower, but not a single sound other than that. I knocked at the door lightly, impatience taking away my sanity. “Angel,” I whispered softly. “Baby, please open the door, my love” I whispered a little louder but no sound was heard. I panicked when it continued for a few more minutes. She wasn’t responding, no reply, no voice from within. She was sobbing an hour ago, but ever since an hour and 5 minutes now, she was numb. I pushed the door, banging it loudly, now, not waiting for another second, I kicked the

Shivay chuckled feeling, he was feeling ticklish on his face, he didn't mind the licking though He took the note as soon those words registered his mind he looked at the surrounding, it did ring a bell, how on the earth he failed to notice this It's the same road where he met his Angel for the first time, where he lost his mind and soul, where he stood like a buffoon staring at his Angel who seemed just dropped from heaven, where the unknown poet in him showed up, those honey-brown innocent filled eyes, a teenage girl who captured him just like how Venus flytrap attract insect and trap them, it was the same place just walk away from her apartment to Jennie's cafe where his Angel worked, wher

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

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.