One Piece Clock Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you see.” I ran my fingers over the smooth wood of the clock. While most of the antiques in here looked a bit old and unkempt, this clock was in near perfect condition. The grooves and arches in the wood were smooth to the touch and were all one solid color. I ran my fingers over the wood until I found a deep groove. At the top of the clock, right above the thick arch was what felt like a key hole. My hand flew to the nape of my neck as I traced my eyes over the crescent moon shaped groove.

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

She nodded at the Iyalaala and opened her pocket watch. It wasn't an ordinary pocket watch, however. Laced in patterns of gold and bronze held by a small silver chain. It only displayed a twelve written in Roman Numerals (XII), the gears were visible through the frame, and only showed an hour hand. She watched the fog move along as she placed her thumb on the crown, and as the colonel took one last breath of air, she pressed it. The wheels and the hour hand started to rotate quickly as Sonia watched the fog slowly pass by, and with a single click, everything stopped moving.

I frowned, digging into my pocket to find that the ass watch was buzzing. “Well, that can’t be good.” I spread the ass watch’s cheeks to look at the clock face. Oh shit yeah, this is not good. The knife hands were moving in all sorts of weird and fast patterns. What does that mean? Does that mean I’m dying? Oh shit!

Now, she doesn't want to make another mistake: - Sir, is there anything else I need to pay attention to? Please tell me all of that. The watch pondered again for a moment, then shook its metal head again, replying in a hoarse voice. - There's nothing left to be concerned about, human. You can rest easy. Aurora couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as she let out a breath, the clock started mechanically again. - Oh, there's more... Aurora hurriedly raised her head, put on a listening posture, and quickly replied:

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!”

All I could hear was the clock. At the end of the hall sat a massive, ancient grandfather clock, a relic from the first Fenrir Alpha. Its pendulum swung with a heavy, metallic thud-thud-thud. Thud. Thud. Suddenly, the hum in my ears turned into a high-pitched scream. My vision blurred. I looked at the clock, and the hands were moving backward. Fast. 3:16. 3:15. "Darius? You aren't eating," Aveline said, her hand pressing into mine.

Ignoring the dust, she manually gripped the heavy brass hands, turning the outermost ring to the year 1961, the middle ring to the tenth month, and the inner hand to the twelfth day. Clunk. Whirrrrrr. The massive clockwork mechanism inside the wall came alive with a deafening metallic roar. The center of the dial split open, retracting into the wall to reveal a small, hidden steel safe. Inside the safe lay two items: a pristine, handwritten journal belonging to Dinanath, and a heavy, silver signet ring engraved with a coat of arms that made Anaya’s blood run cold. It was the coat of arms of the British Monarchy, but overlaid with the digital weave of Chronomos.

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”

I gently held her hand that was touching my chin and brought it to my lips for a simple kiss to threatened her in a respectful way. She just pulled her hand from mine as she gave me a glare first before she turned her back on me and steps towards the tree where she first appeared and the jar placed in its hole, turned into a sand clock. There is only more sand in its upper part, and very little sand falls into its lower part. It is as small as a needle but as time goes on, it wears out. That means it's Travis' clock.