Clockwork Angels Books Novels & Stories

“I just dozed off for, like, five minutes and I woke up to see the transfer complete on the monitor! It’s not my fault!” Anna scoffed, having to hear enough of his stupid excuses. “That’s entirely your fault. You slept while on duty and completely brought down your guard, leaving the Ministry’s archives open to any hacker. Had you not been hungover that morning from drinking too much last night, you wouldn’t have passed out and left our files exposed.” He paled. “H-How did you know I…I drank?” “I saw your credit card’s transaction history,” she simply replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

I texted Angel not to disturb me for a while. *** "So what is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked him as soon as he sat on my couch in my room. I had locked the room. "It's very serious." His face was serious enough to tell me that. "First of all, tell me this, how does Carl," he said his name with so much venom and hatred, "…know about this Kristina?" "That, I don't know myself…" He was right. How did Carl know about Angel? That was a very serious and disturbing question.

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

Short chapter I know 😩😩 Just had to put this up Finally we're done with sin My longest book so far The Walker series has come to an end You can read them as a stand alone In the following order for better entertainment Faded (Walker series book 1) Tony's Book Running (Walker series book 2) Alex's Book Fallen Angel (Walker series book 3) Rhys's Book Possession (Walker series book 4) Ethan's Book Sin (Walker series book 5) Tristan's Book Thank you all for reading and voting my books I love y'all 🤩🤩

I was the bridge, the one who would ensure the frequency reached its target without tearing us apart first. ​The first of the Clockwork Prophets appeared at the mouth of the pass just as the moon rose. They were terrifying to behold. Massive, multi-legged walkers made of brass and iron, their chimneys belching black smoke into the pristine air. Thousands of smaller, spider-like drones scurried between the legs of the giants, their mandibles glowing with a blue, electrical fire. ​They did not send a messenger. They did not ask for surrender. They simply began to move toward us, a slow, grinding tide of metal that promised only annihilation.

I gritted my teeth and then said "You will have to pay for this Elena." "Really. Little mouse you are not going alive. Although you are a golden angel I am an old dark angel. I have practiced for so long. You can't escape from me." She signaled her shadows to capture us. Shadows started coming towards us. Suddenly we saw a swarm of fairies who flew near the shadows hypnotizing them. Shadows were still now hypnotized. Archangels killed them with an arrow. The demon attacked us and started hitting the angels. Angels tried defending and dodging the attacks

TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! It still echoes, and soon enough more can be heard as she is somewhat surrounded by clocks that are taunting and warning her of something greater than any dread that it is used to be and all that it is. She found herself in the same void, yet beyond the door that welcomes her inside. With nothingness around, but the sound of the ticking clocks. The book flew a distance from her, as it flips right to that certain page, but unlike the first ones and few, this time the image is present. With the words that burn out from the next page and right unto the black nothingness in front of her. She looks at the image of a lady in red, holding the sands of time, yet having a twin y

Now I guess it's too late for that. In November, I returned to work and it made it easier for me because I didn't spend so much time at home. Sometimes I delayed my work especially to leave the office very late and spend as little time in the apartment as possible. Unfortunately, it did not save me completely, because the most strange and terrible things happened at night. Partly it looked as if my apartment was haunted by ghosts - I heard whispers, saw a dark figure, when I came home various things were rearranged, sometimes they moved by themselves in front of my eyes, and with time after returning from work I found the house a total mess, especially the bedroom. In general, this is where

Angel One thing that I hate more than pink is Monday. I'm not a morning person, and the beeping of my alarm is annoying me as hell. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut! Beep! The! Beep! Fuck! Beep! Up!