Clockwork Angel Series Novels & Stories

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.

Lucifer's praise was only bestowed once in a blue moon after all. The door slid open. "Your time is up," Angela beamed, displaying her business smile to Lucifer. Lucifer frowned at her. "Can't you see I am talking to my men here?" "Of course I can Mr Camphell! I am not blind." Angela exclaimed sarcastically. She lifted her sleeve to reveal her platinum Rolex watch ticking silently. She verified the time and said. "It's time to take your medicines and your painkillers as well," "I am not done talking," He snarled.

He folded and dropped. I took half a step back, reassessing. Then I heard it. A hard impact. Glass. I turned. One of them wasn’t coming at me. He was at the car. Angela’s side. “Fuck!” He swung a metal rod into the front passenger window. Once. Cracks spread like a spiderweb. Angela screamed inside. Too late. The second hit shattered the glass. His arm reached in, yanking the door handle. The door flew open. Angela screamed as he grabbed her arm, dragging her halfway out, then all the way.

As he was thinking about that, two bodyguards strolled below his room and he knew it would be impossible to leave through this way. The wristwatch on his hand read 9:00am and Chiara was not yet out. He had begrudgingly worn the expensive wristwatch to keep track of time, after been lost in time the past couple of days, he was grateful for the wristwatch. It was a really classy wristwatch, something he would never buy and he hated wearing it, but it felt good to have a knowledge of time, something he had always taken for granted. Being locked in that dark basement had made him value the wristwatch, he didn't mind if it was made of rubber or gold, as long as it told the time. He wondered if sh

She nodded to Sera, who tapped a specific sequence on the pedestal’s interface. Suddenly, the "stopped" clock didn't just restart; it transformed. The pedestal’s glass cleared, revealing that the "stopped" gears were merely a holographic projection—the "Ghost Pedestal" Elias had created. The real Medici clock was perfectly functional, its golden gears moving with a silent, mesmerizing fluidity.

"Where do we go from here, Anaya?" Anaya opened her grandfather's fused pocket watch, staring at the hands locked permanently at 09:12 AM. Beneath the frozen glass face, a tiny, secondary mechanical dial—one that hadn't been there in the old timeline—slowly began to tick backward, counting down from twenty-four hours.

He almost lost his normal weight from 55 kilos to 45, he had not eaten well for the past weeks though Angelic never forget to send her healthy foods, he would not eat them, instead he would give it to the other detainees. One rainy night, he was feeling uncomfortable on his bed, there were rats under it making little noise which sounds irritating. He opened the light to check the underneath portion of his bed, the light flickered on and off. He thought that there was something wrong with the electric line so he turned the light off and returned to his bed. He gently closed his eyes and a cold breeze of the wind blown inside his cell, suddenly, the wall clock hung on the wall dropped and made

exclaimed Edmud confidently. "Then why do you dare to tell me? You're not scared?" Edmud smiled miserably, turning to me, and slowly shook his head. "You've probably heard his name before! Angel Aiden, he is the Angel in charge of giving grace to the bellies of the women of her choice who are above to give birth to cute babies! Once Upon A Time, Angel Aiden met a girl while he was on duty. An innocent girl who can see and also hear him. At first there is nothing strange about the interaction of the two, until he begins to take an interest in the girl's life, and falls in love with her."

Damien's POV "What the fuck is going on?" I fumed, pulling Red against my side protectively, just as a semi-shifted male hurtled towards us, teeth snapping menacingly. A smaller, darker wolf charged behind him, sinking its teeth into the half-human, stopping him from launching an assault on Red and I. My eyes widened in alarm as I watched the pair wrestle for the higher ground until they finally rolled out of sight. Locking eyes with my angel, checking her over quickly, our heads snapped in the direction the beasts had disappeared; a defeated wail penetrated the dim woods around us, bouncing off the trees aimlessly

I cut him in middle and said “Enough, she is mine. That’s final. She has to live like this. This is her fate. I am leaving in the next two weeks. End of the discussion” “Okay, as you say,” they said and leave to their room. I took my phone and opened the gallery where her picture is. “You are only mine. Wait for me. This devil coming for you Angel” I said while looking at her picture. I gulp the drink in one go and leave for my room. Tara Pov: I heard my Alarm sound. It is hitting my head like a hammer. I groan and cut the Alarm. I turned lazily to the other side and closed my eyes. My brother started to knock on my door. I am going to kill him.