Clockwork Soul Novels & Stories

Luna blinked and whispered, “T-then, let’s keep her locked up in there.” Alex shook his head. “We can’t lock her any longer, this is the Requiem Clock. As time goes on, your mother’s soul will disintegrate.” “What?! T-T-Then, hurry up and take it off! Take it off!” Alex operated the Requiem Clock with divine power and put it back into his mind palace.

And beneath it all, a new scent: the cold, dead-universe smell of mercury and silence. The workshop was ransacked. Tools scattered. Dimensional components shattered on the floor. And sitting in the center of the destruction, on his own workbench like a puppet with cut strings, was the Hollowsmith. The clockwork man's bronze body was cracked and tarnished. His mismatched glass eyes flickered, one red, one green, both dimming. His needle-thin fingers were broken, bent at impossible angles. "Ah," the Hollowsmith wheezed, his voice grinding like stripped gears. "The boy who broke the sky, come to break the clockmaker."

"Time is the only debt that cannot be repaid in gold. But in the Aeolian Isles, we have conquered time through Harmonic Stasis. Panni, Jinyan—bring the Key. The midnight hour approaches." They were led through the marble streets of the colony. It was a masterpiece of 18th-century luxury and psychological horror. Every building was shaped like a component of a watch; the streets were paved in obsidian and copper. As they passed, the Chorus turned in unison, their movements dictated by a central, subsonic hum that Panni could feel deep in her marrow. Inside the Clockwork Mansion, the air was pressurized and heavy. They were brought to a central chamber where a massive pendulum swung from a hei

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

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?

Lucas said with regret in his voice. Xavier ran his fingers gently along the edge of my portrait. His lips moved soundlessly, and I leaned closer and heard him whisper, "I'm sorry." But what good was his apology now? I no longer cared about the Lowes. "I'm sorry, Willow. We owe you so many apologies, but we know they mean nothing now. In your next life, I hope you find a family that treats you with the love and warmth you deserve." My vision blurred, and I realized ghosts could cry, too. I gently wiped the tears away from my eyes and felt at peace before my soul faded away.

And I don’t need more shit than I am in already. I look at the clock on my nightstand. It’s 2:26. I have 4 more hours before my timer start to ring. Problem is, I am already up and can’t sleep back. So, I get up, turn my lamp on, take some steps towards the kitchen, open the fridge and take a water bottle out. Then go to my bookshelf and get my notebook off. I go back to bed, open my notebook and start to write.

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?"

The whiskey bottle sat just inches away from my grasp, but it felt so distant. Too far. I stretched my hand toward it, but my fingers barely brushed against the glass before my eyelids grew heavy. My body sank deeper into the couch, and my vision faded into darkness. «»«»«»«»«»«»«»«» I woke up to a pounding headache and an insistent knock at my door. Each knock sent another sharp throb through my skull, making the headache even worse. Groaning, I dragged myself off the couch and shuffled toward the door, eyes still half-closed. Without thinking, I pulled it open.

Some people even thought it replicated the actual Hell. Ruax planned to trap Hade in the stone. This way he could live another 150 years in this body without being put away in a dormancy. It was a curse that whenever the Alpha of the old soul had a child, the wolf would be put to dormancy within the child. The Alpha, on the other hand, would gain another newer soul in it’s stead. It ensured that the old souls would not be able to cause such chaos. It was a kind of safety lock for the amount of time an ancient wolf can surface.