One Piece Clock Novels & Stories

When he presses the button to pop it open, however, it reveals a beautifully ornate clock face in which you can see the gears turning through the clear glass. “I kept this,” he says. “It was always my favorite.” Reginald’s face seems to soften, then split into a smile. “It was always my favorite, too. I have the matching one.” Slowly, he does the same; he pulls out a pocket watch and flips it open. The clock face is the same, except for one thing; the time is not set to the time zone here on the island.

After a few minutes, one of them suddenly called out. “There’s something here.” My breath caught instantly. He grabbed the clock mounted on the wall and dismantled it. Malcolm moved towards him immediately. So did I. After dismantling it, he pulled out a pinhole camera from the joint where the clock’s hands met. What the hell.

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.

"Where do we go from here, Anaya?" Anaya opened her grandfather's fused pocket watch, staring at the hands locked permanently at 09:12 AM. Beneath the frozen glass face, a tiny, secondary mechanical dial—one that hadn't been there in the old timeline—slowly began to tick backward, counting down from twenty-four hours.

Until Amara noticed something. The clock. It wasn't stopped. Its pendulum was moving. Slowly. Steadily. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. She stopped walking. "Samuel." Everyone followed her gaze. Nathan frowned. "That's impossible." "There shouldn't be any power." Michael approached the clock carefully. He listened. Then smiled faintly. "It isn't electric." "It's being wound." Justice Sani looked around the empty hall. "By whom?" No one answered.

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

And though his state of surprise had faded, he was still very much interested in what he was seeing. “And this,” Cronos pointed at the clock in his chest before taking a small pause. “Well, you know what this is, don’t you?” Cronos smirked and Mane nodded his head. The grey clock that reeked of time and ticked several seconds into minutes and minutes into seconds was one that Mane had never seen before. Yet he didn’t need to be told what it was. “The Clock of Eternity,” Mane croaked, his voice patchy and broken like a man who had known no food nor wine for decades.

I pull out my trusty pocket watch, the one that's been with me through thick and thin, a loyal companion since the days when horses ruled the streets and corsets were all the rage. Comparing the time, I study the wall clock, an ornate masterpiece that looks like it belongs in a king's carriage, all decked out in rich mahogany and gleaming brass. The hands point to 7:08, but hold your horses! My pocket watch insists it's actually 7:12. Seems like someone needs to get their clocks in order. Diving into the clock's inner workings, I grab the minute hand. I can feel the gentle resistance of the gears as they whirr and click. With a deft twist, I adjust the time until it matches my pocket watch p

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.