Descendants Pocket Watch Novels & Stories

**[START]** But as Rowan turned to join the others, he felt something cold in his pocket. He reached in and pulled out a small, silver object. It was Mr. Vane’s pocket watch. The glass was shattered, and the hands were gone. But on the back of the watch, a new inscription had appeared in tiny, sharp letters. **[PROPERTY OF THE AETHEL-GROUP. RECOVERY MISSION PENDING.]** Rowan looked at the watch, then at the beautiful, new world around him. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the wolves were free.

" He shoved me to the ground, and as I fell, a reflective object slipped from my clothing. The instant Ben saw it, his expression changed dramatically. I lunged forward and snatched it up, clutching it protectively against my chest. "This is what you've been after all along, isn't it?" Several people wanted to apprehend me, but after seeing the item in my possession, Ben immediately signaled for them to not make any sudden movements. The item was a pocket watch that my parents had passed down to me after I married Ben. Even though they weren't part of the military while they were alive, they had spent their entire lives dealing with people and matters connected to it.

"Mr. Randall, you're finally here. You have no idea what happened. Your wife brought her broke old dad to the site to cause trouble. "When he couldn't squeeze any money out of us, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead just to scare me. My heart nearly gave out." Conner looked down and smoothed her wind-tousled hair. Then he looked toward me, or rather at the shape covered by a dirty tarp beside my feet. He walked over, stood beside the tarp, and glanced down. The tarp didn't fully cover the body, and one hand stuck out. A watch rested on that wrist. It was from the Patek Philippe Nautilus series, and only 50 pieces were ever produced worldwide.

I inform them. “What about the babies,” asks Malayah. “They can come with us. Everyone is coming so we all can have a chance to ride with you and take turns taking care of the little ones. It’ll be a lot of fun,” says Derek. We continue opening gifts. Calista got me a beautifully engraved, dresser sized jewelry box. I don’t have much jewelry to fill it but she assures me that’ll change over the years. Derek finally gets to my gift for him. He opens it and pulls out the pocket watch in the shape of a wolf paw print.

He looked at the watch for a brief moment, and I could feel his greed overcoming him. “What is that watch?” “Oh this.” I raised the watch. “This is one of Titus McDeGeneres timepieces; only three are in the world; it contains four hundred and eight working parts with fifty neatly cut diamonds.” I bragged, and I saw the jaws of the girls behind him drop when they tried to work out the calculations in their heads. In an intentional attempt to shadow him with the superiority of wealth, I brought out a diamond-studded, shining bracelet and waved it in front of both the girls.

"Find a wedge! Anything hard metal! Jam it into the primary gear teeth!" Robert looked around. The room was bare. No tools. No loose pipes. Just him and the machine. His eyes fell on his own chest. Or rather, the breast pocket of his coat. With trembling, blistered fingers, he reached in and pulled out the heavy gold pocket watch. The one he had shown Jack. The one engraved with the Sterling family crest: Per Aspera Ad Astra—Through Hardship to the Stars. It was made of a dense tungsten alloy, an heirloom from a time when things were built to last.

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.

Not just cold— Like shards of ice grinding against each other in my veins. No. No, no— I bend down slowly, like if I move too fast, it’ll become real. My hand trembles as it reaches forward— And stops. A pocket watch. Covered in blood. I can’t— I can’t bring myself to touch it. I know it. Aaron showed it to me once—half-smiling, a little proud, a little soft about it. Said it had been passed down from his great-grandfather. That it was one of the only things he actually cared about keeping.

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”