Rewinding Clock Novels & Stories

I drove the charred, black-emerald key into the very center of the clock’s face, right where the hands met. "I AM THE ETERNAL GLITCH!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my skin not as a sun, but as a Stateless Void. The reaction was a Chronological Seizure. The gears of the bone-tower shrieked, their prehistoric teeth grinding against the "Static" of my silence. The pendulum of the Liquidator stalled in mid-air, the blue starlight shattering into useless sparks of data. The bruised violet sky didn't turn gold; it turned a deep, unmoving Indigo-Emerald, the color of a time that refused to pass.

"The frame is frozen. Move." Lina jammed the USB into the terminal. The monitor flared, washing her face in a ghostly blue glow. "What’s the window on the server reset?" Lina asked. Her pulse was a frantic hammer against her ribs. "3:15 AM sharp," Noah said. "When the bank server resets, the verification logic goes blind for ten seconds. It’s 3:14 and forty-five seconds. You’ve got fifteen ticks to hit the gap." "Count it." "Ten," Noah started, his voice tightening. "Five. Three... two... one. Rip it."

When Susan walked past me, her gaze fell upon the bracelet around my wrist, her eyes flickering. I watched their retreating backs and called Dad, saying, "Dad, I want to go home."

Maybe Trevor Lane or Lucas Grant is simply deploying a stupid prank against my alpha status. My fingers drop the stone back onto the table, and my hand yanks the infusion needle violently out of my flesh, intending to stand up and locate a pack member to interrogate. However, when my eyes look up at the electronic clock mounted on the wall unintentionally, my internal wolf is stunned by what the display shows. The date displayed on the clock face is indeed two winters down the timeline. My mind feels completely helpless. Who is operating behind this stupid prank? Did their logic think an alpha leader would be deceived so easily?

He looks at the thing in his hands and then nods. “To have access into the main building, you'll be needing your card or that of a staff. They don't resume until 7 a.m in the morning. You can wait in the reception.” He ushers me to the lounge in the office foyer where I take my seat on a furry white sofa. “Are you saying even Mr Johnson's assistant resumes by 7 a.m?” “ You mean Miss Veronica? “Yes.” “Yes, even Miss Veronica. Only on occasions when there are businesses that wasn't finished the night before or when there are very important meetings to be held.”

I'm already dead. Wait, I realized one thing. I looked at the calendar on the nightstand and realized that it was a calendar from 3 years ago. I was silent and tried to digest all this confusing information. "Mom, what date is it?" I asked Mommy. Mommy, who wanted to leave my room, turned and looked at me with a strange look. "Does sleeping give you amnesia, dear? Did Mommy shake your body too hard, making you so dazed?" Mommy's face looked worried.

I quietly shifted back in fear “Scarlet, do you know what time it is?” Beta Sakesh asked and my eyes quickly darted to clock on the wall 11:30 Am, “Am I seeing wrong?” I asked Beta Sakesh as I rubbed my eyes and checked the clock again, and shit it was the same “I'm sure this clock is damaged trust me” I laughed nervously as I ran to my window and dragged the cotton open but the ray of sunlight was so strong and wanted to blind my eyes so I dragged it close

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.

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?

required to push the universe into the next microsecond. "We are no longer traveling through time, Audrey," Lucas’s voice boomed across the Chronos-Lattice, vibrating through the "Phase-Shifting-Pistons." "We are 'Manufacturing' it. Every tick of this gear is a billion souls choosing to 'Be' for one more second. We have turned the 'Arrow of Time' into a 'Circulating-Pump.' Nothing is lost. Every tear shed in the Soot-Pits is recovered, refined, and used to lubricate the gears of the 'Eternal-Now'."