Clockwork Angel Series Novels & Stories

It seems that only an angel can kill another angel. Then I happened to stumble upon an ancient text that had many loose, recent extracts tucked into the back, about The Daemonium. 1254 years old. Dargan Chernobog chosen by The God of Hell to rule over all the evils of the world at the age of only 14. The newer pages were left by an angel in training, Azazel. Brought into the mansion at 16, he uncovered all of The Daemonium’s plans to… “Miss Ashyver.” A female voice breaks me from my reading. “There is a ball being hosted this evening and The Daemonium requests you to begin preparations. He will present you to the society this evening.”

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."

"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.

‘Or worse, they might kill Tony! And this time, Angel now knew him. Knew his name. Minutes ago. He’s not a stranger anymore. Unlike the cabbie. ‘I can't have that in my conscience.’ Again. The faucet dripped. One bead after another. Like a clock ticking down. Slowly. Like time had stopped. ‘So, what do I do now?’ He eyed Tony. Tony who looked like he was undressing Angel. His posture was relaxed. Even though the door had just burst open!

I donned it, the screen flickering to life on my wrist. “Good morning, Angelina.” The voice was a smooth, synthetic baritone, emanating from the sleek watch on my wrist. It sliced through the thrumming in my skull, a sound so irritatingly pristine it felt like an assault. “It’s Ang, for fuck’s sake!” I snapped, my voice gravelly and raw. “How many times must I say it? My name is Ang. It’s three fucking letters.” A barely perceptible holographic shimmer hovered above the watch face. “I do apologise. Good morning, Ang. The time is 9:45, Saturday the 2nd of June 2035. You have no appointments.”

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Ms. Floyd! Get up for breakfast!" Madelyn called out to her several times before Angel woke up. She rubbed her eyes and muttered, "What time is it?" "It's almost 11 o'clock!" Madelyn replied. "Huh? Is it already 11? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Angel sat up and yawned uncontrollably. She was wearing pajamas, and one of the buttons was undone. Madelyn was stunned when she saw Angel's body. There were several marks on Angel's chest. What was going on?

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

-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.