Clockwork Zero Novels & Stories

Elena asked, her pulse quickening. "It’s called the Resonance Key," Evelyn replied, holding up a small, hand-machined cylinder made of a strange, iridescent alloy. "It’s a physical tuning fork. If you place this in the primary Atuabo injector, it will act as a 'Master Clock.' It will bypass any digital tampering and lock the global grid to a frequency that the Ouroboros Group can't mimic. But there’s a catch. The key has to be manually synchronized with the child’s heartbeat."

"That's the number." Harper looked at him, dread creeping into her voice. "What number?" "The clock." He pointed toward the screen. "We don't have an hour." Martin swallowed hard. "How long do we have?" Ethan did the calculation silently, his lips pressing into a thin line. "About thirty minutes before South stops being a distribution center and becomes a parking lot." Harper didn't waste another second, snapping into motion. "Martin, shut down all automated inbound assignments to South."

Which made Jane step closer. "Are you interested?" Jacob asked, making Jane turn her head. "This clock is at Mommy's house. It's in Papa's study. Every time I accompany him to work, this clock accompanies me with its distinctive chime. I wonder if this clock is also made by Goojoo?" "There are only ten in the world. The wood carving was specially imported from overseas. The movement on this clock is also different from any other clock Goojoo has ever made. One of them is indeed in Mr. Charles' study."

“That’s the thing. You won’t have to teach me anything. The clock’s already ticking.” He flicked his chin toward his cuffed wrist, and for a second I thought he meant to show off the timepiece: something Swiss that believed in timeless value. The right-hand guard stripped it and passed it to Elky with two fingers like it was contagious. The face wasn’t ticking—it was counting down. 04:59:27. I felt the numbers in the back of my teeth. “Dead-switch,” Andros said cheerfully.

“It’s alright, Uncle Waine and Aunt Ruby. No need to have our moods soured. If that’s what Zayn thinks, then he should have a solid argument for saying those things, shouldn’t he? I sure hope he didn’t just vilify me out of jealousy! Heh-heh.” Zayn ignored the nestled accusation in his tone and rose to his feet. “The two of you have been fooled. The quality of that antique clock is truly amazing—in terms of materials, design, and artisanship, this clock passes with flying colors. The thing is, it’s obvious that it was made within the span of five years, give or take, so it’s not the original. It’s a high-quality imitation of the genuine antique that is most likely worth only four to five tho

Still, her joint dwelled in ache and her body loosened weakly that going to the kitchen seem to be an accomplishment. Just as she stepped out of her room, the grandfather stand clock on the clock wall caught her attention. The floral clock’s pointer is immobilized. It was her father’s– at least 8 feet tall, it strikes aloud every hour to resonate through the house but Sarah has muted it. It was an antique handmade clock with intricate carving resembling a lion’s feet and head on all 4 corners and a glass door at the bottom of the clock, weighing at least 120 kg. She needs a 4 feet ladder to comfortably wind the clock but since she was very tired, she reached for a ½ feet stool nearby, tip to

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

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?

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”

His cybernetic eye scanned the screen. He read the file. OPERATION CLEANSWEEP. Torque’s human eye twitched. His mechanical jaw clicked. "Is this real?" Torque growled. "My tech cracked the encryption ten minutes ago," Ren said. "Look at the timestamps. Look at the routing number. The Blackwatch isn't coming to arrest you, Torque. They're coming to incinerate you. They're tired of paying you for scrap. They're balancing the budget." Torque slammed his metal fist onto the desk, denting it deep.