Clockwork Planet Novels & Stories

The Anatomy of the Countdown 00:00:72. Julian was on his knees by the base of the petrified cedar loom, his hands tearing at the dark, carbonized wire warp Clara had left behind. "The countdown isn't for an explosion, Grace!" he yelled, his fingers bleeding where the stiff wires cut into his skin. "Look at the loom! The beams aren't holding wood. They're holding magnetic relays. Every time that clock ticks, the sphere is narrowing its frequency. It’s a sieve." "A sieve for what, Julian?" I demanded, backing away as the mercury on the floor began to rise, lapping at the toes of my boots like silver oil.

Wherein it howls and somehow echoes with the words. TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK! The sound of the clock as its echoes engulf and deliver into the seemingly endless space inside of a dark mix of the purple and crimson void. With the ray of the full moon and a snap that changes the interior into the grand throne room of HIS palace and very world. HE draws a contented, yet cunning smile unto his face, as HE watches the scene unfold according to the script HE wrote and into the world that links from the other six. “Well then, well then.”

"Humans have twenty-four hours as you watch your sun rise and set. This becomes days and weeks and years. Time matters to you for some reason." Murry glanced down at the glass plate again. The number 19:58 blinked at him. Twenty-four hours? Murry nodded slowly. This was military time. It was 7:58 p.m. on Earth. He smiled and hugged the clock to his chest. "Thanks." Kel hummed and then turned and waved his bottom right tentacle. The curtains opened, and Murry was speechless. Space.

She said with a giggle. The next morning the birds sang the sun over the horizon. Zinjo and Aurelia prepared for their journey. Gael entered their cabin, "I'm surprised you two have your clothes on..." He trailed off at a snarl from Zinjo. "Anyway, I looked into the Clockwork Servants who attacked you." "And?" Aureli tightened a buckle on her leather armor. "Clockwork Servants have been malfunctioning as of late. It's becoming a problem. Several people said they are beginning to develop human intelligence," Gael looked dead serious as he spoke.

Night exclaimed entering in only to see Sandra trembling in pain “where is the clock?” Bella walked towards them “ he broke it” Shade replied “what!” bella yelled “it was out of anger” Night replied trying to justify his actions “ that is why she started having pain in her heart” Bella exclaimed in frustration ‘what do you mean?” Night questioned “ are you really stupid? The clock is connected to her . Any damage done to the clock would hurt the person connected with it. The clock can repair itself by taking energy from the person connected to it. so the clock is taking energy from Sandra but since she lack it it’s affecting her body hence she is feeling all the pain”

"The clock is playing back every second I spent away from you. Every second we spent as monsters. It’s trying to tell us that our time has Run Out" "File 99: The Final Clock," the Liquidator spoke, his voice sounding like a thousand shattering watches. He manifested as a giant, translucent pendulum that swung across the sky, his cyan suit now a blur of moving gears. "Status: Overdue. Recommendation: Immediate Liquidation of the Future. The Star-Child’s record has exceeded the storage capacity of the Loom. We must Truncate the Timeline". "Leo! The Buffer!" I cried out. My son was at the base of the tower, his indigo runes turning a terrifying, surgical blue as he attempted to "Jam" the gears

"The Steward didn't just pause the world. He triggered the Liquidation Sequence. In five minutes, this entire sector London, the Manor, your sister it all gets converted into raw energy to pay back the Ninth Circle’s losses." "I won't let them," Elara said, her voice dropping into that lethal, tritonal resonance. "Then you’ve got to break the Master Clock," Holloway said, pointing toward the center of the Atlantic, where a massive, glowing gear was slowly rising out of the grey glass of the ocean. It was miles wide, constructed of interlocking souls and golden light. "That’s the anchor," Holloway explained. "It’s what’s holding the 'Pause' button down. You destroy that, the world restarts. B

"And the door was open. I thought you might have... I don't know, fainted from all the stoicism." Julian rubbed his face, He looked at the clock parts, then at her. He didn't look angry. He just looked exposed. "It’s an astronomical clock," he said, leaning back against the mahogany base of the workbench. "Eighteenth-century French. It was designed to track the movements of the planets, the phases of the moon, and the tides. It hasn't ticked since the French Revolution." Maya sat down on the floor a few feet away from him, ignoring the "off-limits" rule entirely. "Can you fix it?"

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.

Grandpa slightly raised his voice. I sigh, when it comes to this scene, I don’t have the patience to tolerate unlike Lunar who have a lot of patience in his pocket. “Grandpa, even if you call the hospital right now and ask for my schedule for today they will just tell you that I have a lot of patient that’s scheduled for the time you said. I can only rest for a while whenever I go to pee and that’s the only break I have.” "Solar, it seems like you took that course as your career so you can see—”