One Piece Clock Novels & Stories

She nodded to Sera, who tapped a specific sequence on the pedestal’s interface. Suddenly, the "stopped" clock didn't just restart; it transformed. The pedestal’s glass cleared, revealing that the "stopped" gears were merely a holographic projection—the "Ghost Pedestal" Elias had created. The real Medici clock was perfectly functional, its golden gears moving with a silent, mesmerizing fluidity.

He rolled up the first of his sleeves and stretched his hand out so it caught the light. His entire sleeve was a canvas of intricate tattoos, with a clock dominating the design, its inner gears showing and extending down to his wrists. Surrounding the clock was a blooming rose flower, its petals wilting. Delicate rose flowers bloomed around it, their petals hugging the clock, yet also wilting, as if succumbing to the passage of time. Dominating the top part of his hand was what I assumed was an angel, with a dark cloak over his body and a blade buried in his chest

"For longer than you can fathom, Sasha. Every turn of the clock, every tick and tock, has led to this moment." Alec, ever my pillar, stepped closer, intertwining our fingers. "How does Sasha free you? What must we do?" Tempora's gaze shifted to the clock, its hands moving erratically, almost frantically. "This clock is both my prison and the heart of this realm. To free me, you must align its hands, bringing balance to the flow of time." Draken, squinting at the tower, remarked, "That doesn't look like any clock I've seen. There are too many hands, and they don't follow any pattern."

The sight of him looking vaguely wounded brought me the tiniest flicker of grim satisfaction. “You left this at my place,” he said slowly, holding something in his hand. “Your bear alarm clock.” I stared at it. A cheap, scuffed electronic clock shaped like a cartoon bear, its plastic face scratched and faded from over a decade of use. And now, this relic was their opening move? Rage crawled up my throat, but I forced it down. “Thanks,” I said flatly. “That’s… thoughtful.” I snatched the ridiculous little clock and turned to leave.

"They match the shapes on the desk. We just need to align them." "No, no," he says, waving me off. He’s hunched over the desk, frantically typing codes into a keypad. "It’s a Fibonacci sequence. Look at the intervals of the clock chiming. It’s 1, 1, 2, 3... we just need the next digit." "Owen, the clock is just broken! Look at the carvings!" "I’ve got it, Sydney! Trust the process!" He slams a code into the keypad with a triumphant grin.

Now those tools were spread out on the table before her, small tools that she couldn't afford on her own. Gears from inside the clock were spread out before her. Upon opening the clock first thing this morning, she had discovered that something had damaged most of the moving parts inside. Teeth were missing from gears, and more than a couple of them had been broken in half. She wasn't certain how the inside of a grandfather clock could take such damage, but was determined to do her best.

“It’s not a bomb, is it?” “Well, I’m here. I wouldn’t want to bomb myself, would I?” Dante still doubted him. “Put the box beside him and open it.” He commanded the guy that tied Juan. A very beautiful clock was inside. It was decorated at the edges with pearls, it was beautiful. “This looks familiar. Take it to my office, I’ll come take a look at it later. But, why is the time wrong, don’t you know you should always set a time correctly.”

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?

As I gently scoop her up into my arms, her head falls back on my chest…she’s exhausted. I nod to my team, who are standing in the corner of the room; noticing Maddog is now in the room with them, he nods as he walks over to Dimitri taking a clock out of his pocket before placing it on the floor in front of Dimitri, smiling as I see Dimitri’s eyes widen in shock. The bastard knows what it is; I’m sure he’s used enough of them in the past. Maddog hums a tune as he leans down before he presses the button that sets the timer off.

"Come on, come on. Where is that stupid button? Turn off, you stupid alarm." Strangely, it seems like the clock turns itself off. The ringing stops without me having to touch the button. I don't hear it anymore." "Awesome," I say, smiling as I grab my blanket and cuddle. However, I only get to cuddle for a few seconds before something else happens and my blanket flies off of me. "What the--" Turning around, I see Alodia standing before me, fully dressed in her armor. "Sulien," Alodai starts with her arms crossed. "Do you know what time it is?"