Clockwork Angels Books Novels & Stories

I carried it to my bedroom, curiosity tugging at me, urging me to see what lay within its pages. My eyes landed on the cover. It looked ordinary—aged, perhaps a little worn, but nothing unusual. I flipped through the pages, skimming over illustrations of angels and demons, their worlds coexisting in an unnatural harmony. At first, everything seemed straightforward. The book explains their differences, their roles, and their nature. But then, my fingers stilled on a particular page—one that made my heart skip a beat. An angel and a demon had fallen in love. But their love was forbidden. They were being torn apart, their worlds never meant to intertwine.

I was thrilled with the amazing support that I found within each comment, each like, each gem, and each word of encouragement. The introduction of Caiathus in the first book was really the first crack that hit the wall between the supernatural species. I knew then that the Fated Universe would not be complete unless it paid homage to the diversity within the world. Some readers have commented that they enjoyed the parallels when it came to the climate within our own world today. I have been blessed to get the opportunity of working with people from all different cultures, religions, and backgrounds, so I saw the potential of those parallels. Angel faced a lot in this book, but each struggle

Aaron's POV The clock in the corner of my study read 12:47 a.m. I was finishing the last page of a report when my phone, lying on the desk, vibrated. A text message. Can we meet? I stared at the sender's name for a few seconds. Finally. I replied with a single message. Tomorrow morning. Same place. *** The next morning, my black sedan rolled to a stop on a deserted street. The sun had barely risen. A thin layer of fog drifted between rows of industrial buildings that had yet to come to life.

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

Haven’t gone through the codes book I decided to start tomorrow with the first code “the activation of the angel of death at the cemetery. The book described the angel of death as the wicked angel. The death angel is dumb and deaf. it doesn't have any sympathy for anyone. It operates when the opponent number ranges from thousand upwards. I commanded the astral mirror to wake me up when it is 12 midnight. In my sleep, I heard a loud noise of alarm I woke up and it was exactly 12 midnight. I wore my gown and vanished in the air to the cemetery. I knelt on the material crossed my hand and activated my spiritual eyes as the book has stated.

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

"Just—any book that mentions angels." Her lip twitches into a smirk but there is not even a hint of amusement on her face. She clicks her tongue and the lights flicker. I take a step and whirl around as the room grows dark. Before my eyes can adjust, dozens of glowing white shapes surround me—no, hundreds of glowing white books. I hear a sharp wince following by the rustle of clothing. "These are all the texts that mention the angels." I clench my jaw hard. "All of them?"

“When I first met him, I thought he was crazy. Time travel is another myth in my timeline. Its stories and made up. We left the museum and I was supposed to have a visit with my mother after taking the two children home, but she didn’t show. So went back to the museum and back to the clock.” Angela smiled, “You felt the pull.” Jenna looked at her confused, “The pull?” she asked. Angela nodded, “Angelo is the clock’s keeper, but the clock itself pulls to those who want to change their destiny, and then Angelo can decide if he feels they are worthy.”

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.