Clockwork Angels Books Novels & Stories

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back. Gulping hard, I reached for the book; it almost dropped off my hand due to its heaviness. I sat on one of the chairs and opened it. The first page had me reeling in shock. It was a history book of the generations that existed centuries before. From the first page, I was glued to the introduction of all the varying beings and their respective strengths. My eyes rounded like saucers when I saw the page about angels. I thought they were a myth, but I am reading about their existence on Earth. Each creature has a birthmark, and I was shocked to see the same mark as the one on my lower belly behind me. Wings.

He stopped near the blank-faced Vespera. "The Audit is over," Philip said, his voice solemn. "But the damage is done. The Library has a hole in it now. A hole where the future used to be." He pointed toward the great doors. Inside the darkened hall, a massive, golden clock was ticking. But it wasn't ticking forward. It was ticking backward. "The 'New Buyer' Vespera mentioned... they didn't want the books," Philip said. "They wanted the Clock of First Causes. And they’ve already set it to the day the North fell."

I search through the books, using the shelves to slide the ladder around. I don't recognize any of them but one captures my attention. I grab it, sliding down the ladder. I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. "What book is that?" Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. "The History of Moon Wolves," I tell her and she looks at me funny. "Why would you need that? What don't you know about your own kind?" she scoffs.

He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

But, the book seems to suggest that all those monsters exists in reality. "Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Gargoyles? Pyromancers? Necromancers? Do these creeps really exists?" Andra and Barry's conversation was interrupted when Ethan walked towards them with the book he found. "I think you two better take a seat." Barry pointed to the couches in the middle of the room.

And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel? Now that she worries about what will happen, the thought of when they get back home, to other world has crossed her mind. Will she be able to remember her friends? Is she going to wake up in a white room? Or to her room and gaze at her full sized window? Everything is uncertain. On a big cotton cloud above, The Angel of Death had just woken up with a big smirk plastered on his mouth. His clone, a much older version of him just got back from talking to the lady and has reported everything he wanted to know.

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

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.