Clockwork Soul Novels & Stories

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

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. At the very bottom of the shaft, a faint, amber glow pulsed gently, keeping time with a heartbeat that was no longer audible, but felt through the floorboards beneath their feet. The secrets of the watchmaker’s will were no longer confined to yellowed parchment; the true mechanism had finally been set in motion.

I heard the sound of a gong as I looked out the window, and everyone gathered in front of the chapel to await the arrival of the blood moon. Two men in the traditional shinobi Shōzoku entered the room and escorted the sheriff and I outside the chapel to stand with the elders as the female elders of the clan commenced the shadow dance ritual to initiate Jacob and the Alpha pack. I couldn't focus on the shadow dance because I saw Kelvin kneeling directly in front of the chapel with the spirit sword. Awaiting his fate. “Molly? Can you hear me?” Blake whispered in my mind. “I'm a little occupied right now,” I said. “But we'll be there soon.”

She nodded to Sera, who tapped a specific sequence on the pedestal’s interface. Suddenly, the "stopped" clock didn't just restart; it transformed. The pedestal’s glass cleared, revealing that the "stopped" gears were merely a holographic projection—the "Ghost Pedestal" Elias had created. The real Medici clock was perfectly functional, its golden gears moving with a silent, mesmerizing fluidity.

It did not belong to him, after all. Today, however, it seemed as though he had met it again. Hell, it even looked exactly the way he remembered it! Unfortunately, any awe he might have felt disappeared the moment he activated his Astral Sight. There was no energy in it. In fact, this clock had probably been made after Javier himself had been made. Barney, though, noticed where Javier was looking. While serving tea, he “accidentally” knocked the clock out of place before catching it quickly, crying, “Holy Mother, I almost broke one of my most precious treasures!”

Still trying to find what they lost. Tania learned it since she was little. They, who slowly turned into evil creatures when they refused to cross the path into the afterlife. They would manifest into a black monster who feast on innocent souls. Some soul would remain lost, living in the grey dimension, the in-between. Some would turn evil. Some would be caught by the grim reaper, those who deliver souls into the underworld or to Heaven. “Sometimes we can help them,” John said, “sometimes we can’t.”

Murphy backed off quietly, sliding behind the bush quickly, as she pulled the parchments out of her bag quietly, the gleam was a dim one, and the words started to dissolve again. This time the date mentioned was not any older, it was the same one, there was some instruction written on those pages, Tick tock goes the clock, unmuzzled. It takes longer to go around to 12 Slow and steady, with careful gait, Turn back the clock to face our fears, To know from where did they start ticking. Look deep in the soul for the answers you seek, To radicate, locate it completely. To know from where does it bleed. So, tick tock goes the clock.

Here, she looked younger, her eyes natural, her neck free of the metallic circuitry. Subject: Project Chronos – Phase 1 Timestamp: [REDACTED] – 40 Years Post-Convergence Speaker: Director V. Thorne "The entropy of the soul is a waste of resources. By utilizing the 'Architectural Frequency,' we can stabilize the timeline. We don't need a world of dying wolves and flickering suns. We need a world of stasis. We have made contact with the Future-State. They are hungry. They require a catalyst. A battery. We have identified the Thorne lineage as the primary source."

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."