Clockwork Doll Novels & Stories

“We will avenge you, Julian! Chloe, you’ve destroyed his life and honor!” Percy snarled, “We took in an orphan like you, and this is how you repay us?” The Tribunal was turning into a chorus of howls, fury vibrating the walls. “Order!” The judge’s gavel cracked against the bench. I spoke evenly. “Your Honor, please play the second folder.” The footage showed the Plush Wolf Doll strolling casually out of the bedroom, opening the refrigerator, and drinking from a bottle. The entire room froze. “That… is it possessed?”

"At least we agree on something." The ground shivered. It was not an earthquake. It was a pulse. Deep and artificial, vibrating up through the earth. From somewhere inside the mountain, a massive gear began to turn, the sound grinding through the forest like a sleeping beast waking up. Sloane went still. He pulled out his pocket watch. It was vibrating, the glass face flickering with red light. "The Sanguine Clock," he muttered. "They are using the blood they stole from you to force a Recall."

It was the silence that followed the cannon fire. ​“Cassian, look out!” Winnie cried. ​I spun just in time to see a mechanical monstrosity crashing through a glass storefront. It was a ‘Clockwork Hound’—a terrifying blend of brass gears and biological components, its eyes glowing with a red, artificial light. It lunged at me, its steel jaws snapping with enough force to crush a boulder. ​I didn’t move. I let the shadow take me.

The ceiling of the vault did not just crack; it began to shed great chunks of interlocking stone that smashed onto the floor below. The mechanical scream of the Erasers' Drill-Speakers upstairs tore through the air, vibrating at a frequency specifically designed to turn the ancient masonry into sand. Fine red dust rained down onto the brass teeth of the clockwork core, making the slow, silent gears stutter and grind as they fought against the friction.