Rewinding Clock Novels & Stories

“Can’t you see I’ve got other business to handle?” Violet was still reeling, her skin flushed, breath coming fast. Her hand clung tight around his wrist, hotter than his own. But what caught him off guard—her glassy eyes weren’t on his face. They were fixed on his watch. Julian shifted his wrist slightly, but her gaze followed, locked in. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the dial. “This feels… so familiar…” she murmured. Her eyes lingered on the dial, tracing the ticking hand. It didn’t sweep smoothly like most mechanicals. It jumped—tick, tick—each second snapping into place with a precise rebound. A rare complication she’d only ever read about: the deadbeat seconds.

Before Adrian could ask another question— The motionless black crystal hands of the ancient clock twitched. Once. Then again. A deep mechanical heartbeat rolled through the chamber. Slowly... For the first time in countless centuries... The clock began to move.

Wind knifed between the gap in the rails where the concrete just… stopped, dropping into neon-lit abyss. The beast’s front claws scraped gouges into the roof as it prowled sideways, testing the length of its tether. The cables from its spine to the beacon stretched, then went taut. It couldn’t leave a certain radius. Of course it couldn’t. “Timer,” Grant barked. I glanced at the HUD burned into the sky. **00:52.** My mouth went dry. If that clock hit zero, the city reset. Infinite respawns. Maybe the tower sealed, maybe the game threw something worse at us—but nothing good.

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?!."

I threw myself at him, hugging him tight. "I'll repay you for this." I sincerely admitted. I pulled away and fiddled with the small clock in my hands, "how does this work?" "It's like any old clock. All you have got to do, is change the time to twelve." He explained. "What if I try a different time?" My curiosity got the best of me. "That doesn't work, it never works. I've tried it so many times." He shook his head. "Okay." I nodded. The time was set at the current time. I used the winding button and moved the hands backwards until all three pointers were directly on twelve.

Due to the severity of the situation, the school decided to extend her suspension by another month and give her an official demerit. … The next week was unbelievably peaceful. Without Matthias and Evelyn around to bother me, and with Derrick's sharp, straightforward guidance, it felt like my brain, which had been unused for years, suddenly broke free and started working at full speed. So, I was not as hopeless as Matthias had said. If I actually tried, I could learn. The next time I saw Matthias was a week later. He looked much more worn out than before, with dark circles under his eyes. Being stuck at home because of his relationship probably had not been easy.

However, in the depths of my dreams, memories surged like a tide. … "Now that you're back, you need to follow the family rules properly." In the stone tower, my grandfather's voice held no warmth. I had just been brought back to the family, yet I'd been locked in this cold tower for three months already. When I was very young, I got lost during an attack on our pack. Grandfather's family then took in Lydia from the pack. Three months ago, they found me at the territory border and brought me back. I thought I would finally return to a warm home.

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.

10:42:11 10:42:12 10:42… The numbers jumped, backwards. 10:42:09. Jayden blinked. “Did it just….” he spluttered, before he could stop himself. Drake rewound instantly and played again. The same thing happened, three seconds vanished, no glitch or distortion, just time, missing. The room felt suddenly colder. Drake’s expression didn’t change but the stillness around him deepened into something dangerous. He replayed it slower, again and again.

Time: 02:17 AM. Marcus whistles quietly. “That’s definitely the crash date.” But now that I’m looking at it… I see it. The mistake. “No,” I whisper. Marcus frowns. “What?” I point to the date again. “That’s the wrong format.” Adrian leans closer. “What do you mean?” “The system clock.” Marcus tilts his head. “Okay, now we’re in architect-turned-forensic territory.” I zoom in on the corner of the display. “The internal dash system was imported from Germany.”