Rewinding Clock Novels & Stories

… When I regained consciousness, all I could hear was the beeping of equipment in the ward. The sky had turned dark outside. I wanted to take my phone to check the time, so I searched under the pillow and on the bedside table, but I found nothing. Right then, someone pushed the door open. Jason came in, steam and the scent of the shampoo Susan usually used lingering in the air. "Don't move around if you're awake." He walked to the bedside and took a seat. As if he were doing me a favor, he said, "I took your phone. The doctor said you need rest. There's no need to look at those useless messages."

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.

Clark rolled around in bed, his mind coupled up with her thoughts, found it hard to sleep, His eyes darted over to the huge wall clock in the centre of the room, the seconds ticking slowly, that sound suddenly became louder for me to bear, sounded nothing better than torture. He sat up before putting on his shirt. It was seventeen minutes past three in the morning. It's been more than two hours since he retired to bed, fussing about and turning to no avail.

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

Not warning yet only rhythm. But soon.

I hurry over to the desk, swipe dust from the area, and start rolling back the clip to the day I almost died. While one hand controls the screen, the other holds fast to my taser. My senses are heightened still. Finally getting the actual date and time, I click the ‘OK’ icon. Nothing. “How?” I sigh and go again. Still, nothing. The joke isn't sitting well with me. Instead of putting in the time, I only use the date and fast forward through the clip till midnight the next day… It jumps, indicating a missing clip. Holy hell. He was here too?!

Alessio answered without hesitation. “The Crossing.” ⸻ Lorenzo frowned. “Crossing to where?” “The place where every Keeper is judged.” ⸻ Suddenly— The silver pocket watch inside Alessio’s hand began ticking again. Tick. One second. Tick. Another. The hands, frozen for twenty-three years, slowly moved toward midnight. Adrian stared in horror. “It only moves when…” He couldn’t finish. The sentence completed itself. A calm voice echoed from the darkness beneath the library. “…when the next Keeper is summoned.”

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.