Edward Elric Pocket Watch Novels & Stories

"Hahaha... It's just a bracelet. Come on, don't be quick to anger." "Just a bracelet you say! Anyone who dares to break it, will die by my hands!" shouted Edward smiling crookedly, a red glow emanating from his body. Before long, the two men were blown away quite a distance. Edward quickly sped toward one of them who was already unconscious.

Eldred Dereon said proudly and gestured to the left-hand side of the hall, clapping lightly. Where Elizabeth stood, she couldn’t make out August Dereon’s face as he had his back to her, but noted that his posture seemed familiar. Then, as he reaches his hand out for Emily to take, his suit sleeve slides up and she spies a $1.5 million Audemars-Piguet watch.

Dante said, "Then we will fight back. Together like we always do." Elric looked at us then pulled out a device from his pocket. "You wear this. I will listen. If anything goes wrong I will. Help you." I took the device. Put it in my ear. Elric said, "I do not have faith in this plan." He kissed me. Said, "Come back to me." I said, "I always will." We were about to leave when someone cleared their throat. I turned around. Saw Kira standing in the hallway. She was free with no guards or chains.

Then, he lifted the lid. Inside rested another box—smaller, wrapped in white silk. Matteo blinked. "You're kidding." The technician carefully opened the second box. Inside it was another. Gabriel frowned. "Russian nesting dolls?" "No," Lorenzo answered quietly. "Psychological warfare." Every second spent opening the boxes increased their fear. Finally, the last box clicked open. Everyone leaned forward. Inside rested a silver pocket watch, still ticking. The technician stared. "It's not a bomb." He carefully picked it up, and the ticking stopped.

I nodded. Then we saw it. On the ground. A small, black object lying in the grass near the oak tree. Lucian crouched and picked it up. A pocket watch. Mine. From my father’s collection. But this one… this one wasn’t the same. The hands were moving. Ticking. Counting. And inscribed on the back, in the same sharp handwriting as the notes: “TIME IS RUNNING OUT.” The blood drained from my face. Cassian cursed under his breath. Adrian’s jaw was tight, teeth clenched.

He gave Eren a black outfit. “This outfit is specially designed to deal with the electromagnetic waves emitted by the time machine. I hope that with this outfit, you will be protected from exposure to electromagnetic waves. "Okay Prof. I will use it now," said Eren without hesitation. After Eren put on the clothes. Professor Alex asked Eren to sit on a chair. "Eren, I will implant an electronic device into your body," said Professor Alex. The sophisticated electronic device is in the form of a small chip measuring two millimeters. Doctor Catherine attached the chip to a syringe-like device.

It looked like a woman who had lost too much and refused to lose again. That was the difference between her and them—Ariella, Lucien, even Mateo. They still thought there was a right side to choose. But Elise knew the truth: survival had no sides. Only moves. She reached for a small box hidden in her drawer. Inside, an old pocket watch ticked softly the one Lucien had given her years ago. Its surface was scratched, but it still worked, stubborn as ever. She flipped it open. The time was wrong.

His face twisted with anguish, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. Images of Alicia flooded his mind—her laughter, her fire, the way she clung to him so stubbornly… And now, they were telling him she was gone. Just like that? Xero slowly pulled a small pocket watch from his coat, his own heart sinking. “She asked me to give this to you.” Zeke took the pocket watch with trembling hands. As his eyes fell on the engraving, tears welled up in an instant. Delicate flowers etched into the silver. And a single phrase:

The next words he’d planned to say caught in his throat and never made it out. In that moment, Edward caught himself wondering—how perfect would it be if his future partner were someone who loved watches as much as he did… “Edward?” Violet’s voice pulled him back to earth. He blinked, cleared his throat. “Ah—right. Next, you’ll record the time deviation.” He pointed toward a white timing machine beside her, about the size of a game controller, with a small built-in screen. “Dylan will show you how to use it in a sec,” Edward said, giving quick instructions before heading out of the room.

he grumbled as he reached into his pockets for coins. “That'll be two Royal Grerode with an Earthian Grerode, too, sir.” In no time, Eallric was on his way out of the filling station - he had about fifteen minutes before he was officially late to work and although he was pretty clumsy about getting to work, he didn't fail to notice an extremely tall, muscular man with every single part of his body hidden in a black hoodie and slacks, staring at him, with eery green eyes. Jeez!