Rewind Clock Novels & Stories

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.

The pendulum, which had swung with a rhythmic, reassuring heartbeat for generations, stopped dead in the center. "It's happening," Devashish whispered, his voice barely cutting through the thick silence. He stepped closer to the corner, his eyes reflecting the pale moonlight filtering through the tall glass windows. The clock's hands, previously aligned perfectly at twelve, began to move backward with terrifying speed. Eleven. Ten. Nine. They whirled past the Roman numerals until they snapped violently back to the top. But the ticking did not resume. Instead, a hidden latch hidden behind the carved wooden crown of the clock released with a dull thud.

“Their thoughts aren’t.” James looked back toward the key. “It’s creating something.” “A window.” ⸻ The apartment suddenly felt unnaturally still. No humming refrigerator. No traffic. No wind. Only their breathing. Then… The grandfather clock in the hallway downstairs struck. One. Two. Three. Four. Each chime echoed longer than it should have. When the fourth faded… The brass pocket watch in James’s hand began ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. Its hands lurched forward. 4:14.

Its hands were carved from black crystal. Neither hand moved. Around the edge of the clock stood twelve stone archways. Eleven were sealed with enormous doors of polished granite. The twelfth stood open. Beyond it... Only brilliant golden light. The same light Adrian had seen beneath the roots moments earlier. He stepped toward the clock. Every footstep echoed unnaturally loud. Then he noticed something strange. The clock had no numbers. Instead... Twelve names were carved around its edge. Some had been erased by time. Others remained perfectly clear.

She needed to find the text files of The Billionaire’s Constraint. The browser window opened with a flash but it didn't load her dashboard. The screen instantly turned a brilliant , blinding blue, like the vertical glass pods in the subterranean matrix. The standard mouse cursor vanished, replaced by a horizontal ticker tape of black text. CHRONOS_REWRITE_SYSTEM: RETRIEVING ARCHIVED DATA FOR VANCE_E... WARNING: SUBJECT IS CURRENTLY RETAINING IN EXCEPTION STATE... DELETION UNIT 01 EN ROUTE TO MAINLAND SECTOR...

Time says, as he motions for me to follow him out the bedroom. “Well, I’m not doubting your abilities, although, I’m not as happy about this as you may assume,” I tell him, trying to keep up with the quickness of his step. “Hey, whereabouts in time are we going? Like, how far back?” Time doesn’t even pause. “Very far back. I mean over a million years,” he tells me.

She knew something like this would happen, she mustered up every sanity and bravery left afte rthe incident yet it's stretching too much to her liking. Tick tick tock… The odd sounds coming from the clock, as if it's been stuck for a moment and working again the next moment. She looks back to the normal looking clock, however there's something odd on it. Instead of going forward like the one she had back in her old home, it's moving backward. She eyeing it, confused. 30 second, 29 second, 28 second… 1 second, a minute?. "Now, you dare to act this rude when people talk?!."

Gerbert muttered the last bit as he tried to console Mason. There was a clock in sight in the hospital hallway. It felt as if the clock possessed extraordinary abilities. It seemed to move at a glacial rate. It will tell you what time it is if you look up at it. It will tell you that two minutes have passed when you look up an hour and a half later. Yet it also has the ability to remind you of how short life is, to make you acutely aware of how little time someone you care about may have left to them. Mason was pacing impatiently, occasionally glancing out the operating room's closed doors. Gerbert sat on one of the blue plastic waiting chairs, his face buried in his hands. They were becomin

I jumped into other pages where I could get information because I'm too sleepy already to browse the other pages. The 106th page tackles all about the blank clock birthmarks. The absence of a date of love on the right palm indicates success. Having no clock birthmarks on the left palm means unpredictable death. While the absence of two clock birthmarks on the two palms indicates freedom. It is stated that here in our world, there are only 2 out of 10 people who are born with the same case as mine. I suddenly felt happy upon the mysterious disappearance of my two clock birthmarks. It means that I am free to do anything I want and fate has no control to interfere with my life.

I ask. He pointed at the wall clock inside the bedroom. Uh… it was already midnight so he said later. I nodded then they left. Lunar stood up to come closer then brought his face closer to mine. I recoiled at what he was doing until I slid on my hospital bed. I winced at the pain in my leg. He stopped approaching me with almost no space for our faces. I can already smell his fragrant breath. He stared at me then give enough space. “You also feel awkwardness…” he said nodding.