Clockwork Planet Novels & Stories

"For longer than you can fathom, Sasha. Every turn of the clock, every tick and tock, has led to this moment." Alec, ever my pillar, stepped closer, intertwining our fingers. "How does Sasha free you? What must we do?" Tempora's gaze shifted to the clock, its hands moving erratically, almost frantically. "This clock is both my prison and the heart of this realm. To free me, you must align its hands, bringing balance to the flow of time." Draken, squinting at the tower, remarked, "That doesn't look like any clock I've seen. There are too many hands, and they don't follow any pattern."

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick. "Jefferson.." I need to get away. "Jefferson, calm down." The room. It's spinning. Tick, tock, tick, tock.. "I told you we needed to wait! Jefferson. Baby. Look at me." Why is that fucking clock so loud? Someone turn it off! Tick, tock, tick, tock.. "Jefferson? Baby?" Turn off that fucking clock! Tick, tock, tick, tock... Turn the damn thing off!

It gave no reaction and left. I was living for 289 years on a planet in the andromeda galaxy. Visiting any planet was never my intention. I’m a cyborg since my birth. I’m working for our president. 2 years ago, his son travelled through a time machine and was lost on earth. No one succeeded in finding him. I’m recruited to find him before the time machine lies in the wrong one hands. But it already does. That is Alaric.

Mira touched her chest. “And mine.” The leaf inside her locket flashed in perfect time. --- Within days, everything synchronized. Waterfalls poured in rhythm; wind gusted like measured breath. Birds paused mid-flight, gliding between beats, as though time itself had learned discipline. The echoes called it The Great Alignment. They built clocks that had no hands—circles of light counting each pulse in silent worship. But Adrian saw the pattern behind it: Every day, the rhythm quickened by one beat. At this rate, it would reach infinity in less than a month.

"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."

Then, Time stops. Kimora: Uni..ver..sal....(The sound of something in the universe, shattering is heard ominously throughout the space Hevenly has created and blood is pouring out of Kimora's open chest cavity, the sound of a clock is heard ticking slowly until it comes to a complete halt. The heavy sound of a bell tolls once, then ceases and the light from her ankle is removed.)

’ Alex held the Sword of the Universe in one hand and the Requiem Clock in the other hand before rushing to Jade’s location from the tall building. Bong! The Requiem Clock made a loud, shocking sound. It contained a supreme intention that made people repent and be absolved of their crimes. Almost instantly, all of the people and demons who heard the bell lost their ability to move for a short while. However, to Aesop, whose cultivation level was really high, the pause was only for a brief moment. He got out of the dazed state very quickly. When he got a clearer look of Alex, he was not shocked but rejoiced. “Brat, it’s you! I’ve been looking for you for a long time now! You’re truly a man of

"We just bypassed six thousand miles of geographic airspace in less than half a second. The pocket watch... it used the Shimla node as a slingshot. It didn't just restart time; it executed an emergency network relocation." Devashish leaned forward from the backseat, staring out the window at the grand clock tower looming over the distant square—the historic Tour de l'Île. "This is their birthplace. If the ledger is right, the Chronomos Society operates directly beneath the old horology guilds of this city. We haven't escaped them, Kabir. We just delivered ourselves straight into the hornets' nest."

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

Baby adrian gently opened the box, and for a moment, his lips slightly parted and his big eyes were filled with astonishment. It was so beautiful. The stars dotted the surface, creating a shimmering mosaic. Clockwise, they formed an exquisite and magnificent gear, while counterclockwise, they formed a slightly smaller rotating gear. The minute hand was a tiny globe, intricately crafted and unimaginably complex, slowly rotating along with the gears. Baby adrian stared at it without blinking, completely captivated. No man could refuse such a watch. Sitting in the passenger seat, alex thought to himself, even little boys are still boys.