Clockwork Island Adventure Novels & Stories

If the clock chimes before you solve it, you will be trapped here forever. You have five minutes to solve the lock before it becomes impossible. The clock is ticking. The symbols are shifting already. Make your first move. Turn the ring to the right, no the left, stop, or go. One wrong turn will seal your fate. You must think three moves ahead. Plan your path carefully before turning the ring. Your lives depend on your success. The clock counts down the seconds of your life. The symbols dance in a maddening blur. So, take a deep breath. Focus your mind. Solve the puzzle. Escape this chamber of secrets. Your journey awaits - if you can only unlock this door in time.

"So what happens now?" "There should be a car outside for you. There's a private jet due to arrive in," He glanced at his watch, a polished silver pocket watch, then dropped it back in his pocket. "Nine hours time, that's half past eight tonight. Take-off will be around nine o'clock and the flight from San Antonio to Guadeloupe Island, the nearest airport to the Island, is around seven hours. From there you'll take a boat for an hour to the Island itself, so you should be there at around sunrise."

We’ve got an exciting itinerary filled with beaches, jungles, waterfalls and lots of smiles. I promise I won’t sound so sappy in the actual blog, but it’ll be fun to write (and hopefully to read) and Jamaica will be the topic of my first post. So if you’re ever curious, please stop in and give it a read and subscribe if you’d like! I heard something drop and the sound of shattering glass in the other room. “Babe, are you okay in there? Did something break?” I called out. “I was pouring us some wine but I think Brian knocked the glass out of my hand. He’s probably still upset at me for stealing his girl,” he yelled back.

Rolex. “I just guessed it. That is it.” Mrs. Rolex replied shortly. Ella took out her smart phone and plugged it into the charger, and she was happy to see it getting charged, something she had least expected on the marooned island of werewolves. Just then, the maid entered the room and informed Mrs. Rolex that the dinner was ready. “Come Ella! Have your dinner first before you can go to sleep.” Mrs. Rolex took her to the dining room. The large table was already laid out, and there were twelve chairs around.

It appeared to be an island. A lonely island in a blue sea. Behind him is a tropical jungle where temperatures reach 30 degrees and Ethan Brooks is starting to get weak from the constant sweating and won't last much longer if he can't find water to drink. The crash happened in the early hours of the morning, and it's now been more than eight hours, and help has yet to arrive. Ethan Brooks is getting scared. He's not Bell, there's no camera crew here, and he's watched wilderness survival

Instead, a hidden latch hidden behind the carved wooden crown of the clock released with a dull thud. Vikram reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold, aged wood. The entire face of the grandfather clock swung open like a narrow door, revealing not the intricate gears and brass weights of a standard timepiece, but a dark, hollow shaft leading straight down into the foundations of the old house.

Its hands were carved from black crystal. Neither hand moved. Around the edge of the clock stood twelve stone archways. Eleven were sealed with enormous doors of polished granite. The twelfth stood open. Beyond it... Only brilliant golden light. The same light Adrian had seen beneath the roots moments earlier. He stepped toward the clock. Every footstep echoed unnaturally loud. Then he noticed something strange. The clock had no numbers. Instead... Twelve names were carved around its edge. Some had been erased by time. Others remained perfectly clear.

It was more significant than the others in the room and was made of almost a black-colored wood. "It does?" she asked. "Yes. This clock was rumored to change your destiny" he smiled. Jenna looked at the clock "but how could a clock even do that?" The man smiled almost magically "it was rumored to be a time machine." Melanie and Max were captivated by this, "wouldn't it be so cool to travel back in time?" Asked Max. Melanie nodded in agreement, "it would be amazing," she said excitedly.

Reasonable honestly. Then Lily understood. A little. Not enough. But a little. Then another page. Another sentence. And suddenly Thomas stopped. Completely stopped. His face went pale. Then Adrian stepped closer. "What?" Thomas couldn't answer. Then Adrian looked at the journal himself. And froze. Lily hated that. Adults kept freezing. Every time they read something. Then finally Adrian read it aloud. "The island returns every twenty years." Silence. Nobody spoke. Then: "This storm marks its return."

Anna gazed at her wristwatch, and it sent chills down her spine when she noticed the hands of the clock were juggling. She took it off as soon as possible, and it fell to the ground. The spark that came from the wristwatch sent creepy vibes. In a blink, it got destroyed in front of us, but none of us was aware. She put a hand over her mouth, not making any sound. We weren't in the state to utter a word. "Are we in hell or what? This island seems horrific." We both had no answer to Bell's words. Likewise, we had the storm arise in our minds.