Clockwork Soul Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so. "How the fuck could that be?" He growled storming forward. "I plan on figuring it out tomorrow." Exhaustion laced Summer's words. "It would seem Golden Ridge is tired of living." "What?" Michael's tone was cold as ice. "They've been receiving information and goods from the mole." Summer responded. "Don't worry I've already set Gustavo and Stefen on the job of taking care of the mole. Golden Ridge will be receiving a present tomorrow morning."

He had added my fingerprint to the security system in his home which meant I get to go into his house as I pleased but I think the main reason was so that I acted as his alarm clock every morning. Every day since I started for him, I woke him up since I was always at his house early which was the annoying part of my job, I mean I didn't sign up to be a babysitter but sadly I couldn't complain even if I wanted to since it would be handy in getting me whatever I needed for me to complete my job. " Good morning Mr. Owens." I knocked on his bedroom door and retreated to the living room to go over his schedule and security details for the day again since he would be taking an hour to get ready fo

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

And you guessed it, it’s ticking, and the crack is how you open it. I cringed as I opened the watch. At least inside was normal. Well, normal is relative. The clock hands were knives. Cause, of course, I wanted a knife, and I got it in an ass watch. This is so not what I wanted. It’s not even helpful. I don’t know if this clock correlates to anything real. I don’t know what time it is outside my mind, and in here, who the fuck knows, as it’s still dark out. “Sounds like it’s running fast.” That creepy ass voice from the Darkness before called out, sending shivers down my spine.

Still, in the seated position, Leah gracefully stretched her arms out in front of her, palms up, and began to slowly lift her arms as she set her intention on the water rising from the chalice. Small droplets of water began to rise from the chalice, slow and steady. They almost danced in the air, their movement as graceful as Leah’s. The water droplets swirled in a clockwise motion as they orbited around a larger droplet in the center. Leah enjoyed watching the droplets dance in the air. She slowly lowered her arms and the water returned to the chalice from where it had begun its journey.

A drug induced sedation to make me compliant. “Wakey, wakey little mermaid.” A vibration through the water and a voice I have come to hate. I open my eyes and move my large black fin away from my muzzled face. Looking into the cold and cruel green eyes of the man I made a deal with nine years, three hundred and fifty-one days ago. General Andrew Patterson.

She was confused at first why she couldn't control her emotions when she entered that illusion, however, she had guessed that it was the effect of the fog. The fog faded slowly and her eyes started to become clear. When she saw the clans and sect members that they had avoided a while ago, looking at her, she became alert. She looked down only to see that she had been holding a majestic-looking clock. it was ten times bigger than an original clock. The clock was made from pure gold with glitter, and it was glowing. Although it was huge, it doesn't feel heavy at all. It was light. Looking at the clock, Soheila knew that she was fucked up. All the clans and sects that are around would be target

Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me. “The Moon Goddess only grants the bond under specific conditions,” the Elder says. “Two wolves must lose their fated mates through tragedy. Their souls must remain broken long enough for the bond to awaken.” Jax becomes restless instantly. “Broken souls,” he mutters darkly. “But the bond comes with a price,” Elder Miriam whispers. “Every time it has appeared throughout history… disaster followed.” My heartbeat speeds up painfully. “What kind of disaster?” Maverick asks quietly. The Elder’s expression darkens.