Clockwork Princess Novels & Stories

They walked across the room that surprisingly didn't echo. " Good evening Princess. May I ask who is with you please?" A voice said and they both turned to see where it had come from. A man almost as wide as he was tall stood nearby. How did that house of a man go unnoticed? " And what is your position and badge number, may I ask?" Sam replied. " Vice Head of Security Princess. Badge number 3110200242." The officer stood at attention and stated.

--- Five minutes-- she says slowly-- you have five minutes to explain to me why you made the mistake of changing my Deniel pills-- I concluded my princess practically growling in my direction. She discovered! I open my mouth, trying to find a way to explain this without winding myself up further, but nothing comes to mind so I just keep quiet. --- Time is ticking-- he says rudely, pointing to his wrist which he pretends to have an imaginary watch. I take a deep breath, running a hand nervously through my hair, nearly pulling it out.

Only to be attacked by clockwork servants themselves. Aurelia hissed at the hand-painted faces. To see machines act like men unsettled the princess. Their movements devoid of purpose and soft scrapes of metal and ticks from the gears made them more terrifying than Kongamato. "These should not be," Aurelia commented as she raised the Lion's Fang in defense. Zinjo brandished the ancestral partisan and nodded, "I agree with you, dark princess. These things are abominations meant to rust away into nothingness."

"The artifact is over there. Fantasy Clock... I guess that artifact was such a great item." Soheila looked towards the other part of the Ruwal Mountain. She read about the Fantasy Clock in the artifacts books. The Fantasy Clock can be used one time every 5,000 years, and it's been 5,000 years ever since it was used by someone. The artifact can give you the power to control time for one time. By obtaining this, you'll receive protection from the Fantasy Clock. It was heard that the last one who used this brought back a whole clan that was crashed by an unknown sect. The clan was now named Kronos Clan. Soheila glanced at the Kronos Clan members on the ground while fighting with the other clans

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?

The notes referred to a hidden chamber, accessible only through what Haverstone had cryptically labeled “the clock that doesn’t chime.” “The clock that doesn’t chime,” she repeated under her breath. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a tall grandfather clock in the corner. It was ornate, its wood polished to a mirror-like sheen, but its hands were frozen at midnight, and it emitted no sound. Emma approached it cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. The closer she got, the more she noticed the subtle details: carvings of the same triangular symbol along the edges, a keyhole hidden at its base. She dropped to her knees and examined it more closely. The keyhole was intricate, surrounde

Terrius POV * Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong* The sound of the grandfather clock in the foyer rings. It's already 6 am? Where has all the time gone? I sigh once more, another day gone.... tomorrow is the Princess's Birthday and I'm not any closer to unlocking the mysteries of Kaen's blood. It's as if it was created from a component that isn't of this world there's no logic on how it functions. Even Manor's blood makes some sense even if it's weird. I sigh once again. " If you keep sighing you'll lose all your happiness. "

To him, he is claiming what will forever be his. While the outside is in chaos, as everyone looks for the cursed princess so she can be locked in before the clock strikes ten, the said ‘cursed princess’ is having the best time of her life in Riccardo De Santi’s bed, writhing and moaning under the Supreme Ultima’s naked body. But all good things have an end, and Caralyn’s approaching rage fit will soon prove that. The clock ticks. The curse looms.

"You couldn't stand by. I understand. Ketil ..." What she had been about to say was lost as he saw the Princess Royal bearing down on them. Daphne's mouth opened and closed as he beat a hasty retreat but no scathing remarks emerged from her as yet unpainted lips. "Mistress Ford, I need your advice. You know about herbal remedies, do you not?" "I do, Your Highness." "Prepare me a tea, will you? I ache all over this morn." Imperious as ever, with no hint of concern for anyone else. Not even her own sister. She had looked rather wan, though.

As she stepped away from it and fell onto her knees and started crying. She looked around secretly and she found them in no time. Verona and Chloe stood in the corner of the hallway, their eyes fixed on her the whole time. She looked closely at Verona’s expressions and it wasn’t hard to see the red color shining in her eyes. Siana realized in no time that she was the vampire who had cursed all these people. She had finally declared war against her and this game was finally starting after such a long wait. Her 20th birthday was less than 3 months away and on her birthday was the red moon night and that was when the royal powers got the strongest. Their mission was to capture her within that t