Clockwork Doll Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, it was not given to her. "Rose, you do know that the White Wolf's Clan in the 20th century were too cruel right? Not that I am saying they're not any less cruel now. But, I hope you get what I mean." "Right. That century was referred to as the Clockwork era. The authority was so corrupt during that time which made it literally a puppet for the corrupted officials. They became an animated clockwork doll for the official's wishes. They reigned and tainted the Authority for thirty years, until the anomaly was discovered and the people, the new generation of warrior arose and overthrew the former Authority." Simon voiced out his thoughts as he remem

Dillon laughed huffily as he caught his breath. Once he was with it enough to sit up, he pulled Tony's head towards him and kissed him deeply. They broke off as Tony's alarm clock, the dumb thing covered in old, faded Marvel superhero stickers, clicked and then screeched obnoxiously. He thought the clock was cool though, even if it was a bit lame. Tony had had that clock since he was a kid, he had told him. It was like a nod to his past. The past Dillon was oblivious to. It was an old, wind-it-yourself, bell-and-hammer type alarm clock. Naturally, that meant it made the loudest, most abrasive racket in the known universe.

"Pretty clever of Calvin to go to lengths to protect Dorothy and her physical carrier." "Why was Laura smiling like that? It's creeping me out." "Screw her. She can't touch the doll now that it's been locked up." "Dorothy'll be at her own place tonight. She probably won't resonate with the doll. She'll be safe." I turned to the bedroom and closed the door. At 2:00 am, I woke up, just once. Calvin was asleep and snoring beside me; the guy was out cold. I quietly got out of bed and stopped outside the doorway of the study. The padlock on the cabinet was a combination lock. Calvin hadn't bothered to change the combination, so it remained at factory default: 0000.

The Copper Kettle at five in the morning was a sanctuary of steam and low-frequency humming. The astronomical clock, now a permanent fixture on the scarred oak counter, maintained a rhythmic "tick-tock" that seemed to sync with the very pulse of the room. It was no longer a relic of Julian’s past or a symbol of his mother’s "wasted time"; it was the heartbeat of a new, unscripted reality. The golden gears, visible behind the polished casing, turned with a precision that felt earned rather than mandated, a silent witness to the night the Ice King had finally melted.

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

His left shoulder remained a heavy, lifeless block of grey muscle, but his right hand immediately reached out, his thick, scarred fingers dragging across the floor until they clamped around my hip, pulling my shivering body flush against his flank. "Lyra..." he rasped, his voice a gravelly, hollow vibration that rattled in the pitch-black space. "The dark... it's ticking." Through the absolute shadow of the vault, the rhythmic, mechanical ticking we had heard during the fall had grown louder, filling the chamber with a precise, metallic cadence. Tick. Tick. Tick. It wasn't the sound of an explosive matrix. It was the vast, complex resonance of a grand mechanical timepiece—an ancient Reliquar

Tick. I climbed onto the wobbly chair, unhooked it from the nail in the wall, flipped it over. There were two small screws holding the back in place. I dug my nails under it until the plastic cracked. I pulled out a sharp piece of metal and kept it in my grip like a knife, tucking it under the waistband of my jeans just as I heard the door click open. I hid the clock behind the wobbly chair and sat back on my chair and placed my hands behind my back so they won't see I was free. Shit.

she asked. The man nodded, “Yes. I am Angelo, by the way. The clock's keeper.” Jenna smiled wearily; this guy was a little creepy. He continued, “It has been said that this clock can send those true of heart back in time to fight for what they want. To change who they are, to become more. The legend says; that a young girl used this very clock to do just that. The legend says she was the queen of this castle, Queen Angela.” Jenna looked at the clock and then looked at the picture by it. Queen Angela stood by the clock; she posed for this picture. She looked marvelous; her long gown was to the floor, and the jewels from her crown sparked. "Wow, so she used this to become a Queen?”

“It’s not a bomb, is it?” “Well, I’m here. I wouldn’t want to bomb myself, would I?” Dante still doubted him. “Put the box beside him and open it.” He commanded the guy that tied Juan. A very beautiful clock was inside. It was decorated at the edges with pearls, it was beautiful. “This looks familiar. Take it to my office, I’ll come take a look at it later. But, why is the time wrong, don’t you know you should always set a time correctly.”