Allura Vox Machina Novels & Stories

Kael’s voice rattled through the mech’s external speakers, sounding like grit spinning in a turbine. The yellow-and-black chassis of the loader groaned. The massive hydraulic claws, still wedged deep into my cracked quartz sternum, began to liquefy. The silver mercury leaking from its joints turned a toxic, charred black, sizzling as it hit the obsidian floor. The 14-B virus had turned the siphoning surge into a physical rot. BOOM.

This was the Aethel-Gard Engine, a sentient world-machine the size of Neptune, its core exposed like a glowing, mechanical heart. "This isn't a game; it's an assimilation," Rhys whispered, his obsidian tablet struggling to map the sheer scale of the machine. "The arena is the planetary crust itself. The 'Ice' is a sea of liquid ferro-fluid, and the 'Players' we're facing... Elara, they aren't entities. They're Sub-Processors." The Scale of the Engine

She snapped her fingers, and two burly guards entered the room, carrying a large, metallic contraption. Ada’s heart raced as she watched the guards set up the device. It resembled some sort of futuristic breeding machine, with restraints, tubes, and glowing screens. “What the hell is that thing?” “It’s your new home, my dear. A place where your bodies will be conditioned and prepared for their purpose.” Alcina’s voice dripped with sadistic pleasure. The guards roughly unbound the women and forced them into the machine. Ada struggled, but it was no use. The restraints locked into place, holding her firmly in position. Evelyn sobbed beside her, her body shaking with fear.

Alex whispered, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Marcus pressed another button on the remote. The machine sprang to life, the dildo sliding into Alex's tight hole in a slow, deep thrust. Alex cried out, his body arching against his restraints. The machine was relentless, its rhythm steady and unforgiving. It fucked him with a mechanical precision that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. Marcus circled him, his camera clicking, capturing every angle, every moment of Alex's degradation and pleasure. He would occasionally reach out and pinch Alex's nipples, or stroke his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.

was the ultimate horror; if the pressure dropped for even a second, the steam would condense, the turbines would seize, and the resulting suction would implode the entire city like a crushed tin can. Audrey, Lucas, and Vane stood at the "Heart of the Machine"—the lowest, hottest point of the new chassis. Below them, the planetary geyser roared with a primordial fury, a column of white-hot energy held back by a series of experimental "Magnetic-Dampers."

Good lord! "The chimera..."

If I open the door even a millimeter, it will flood the host. So Elara cut, and Dante endured. Behind the barricade of his hands, Dante wasn't seeing the dark shaft; he was trapped in a relentless, high-fidelity nightmare. The Everywhere Machine had abandoned logic and fully weaponized human trauma. It was projecting a continuous loop of simulations directly into his visual cortex. He saw Elara slip and fall into the ship's reactor core. He saw the Ouroboros strain mutate, turning his own blood into acid that melted him from the inside out. He saw the rescue ships arrive, only for his hijacked body to slaughter the boarding party.

That lands, not because I am right, but because all three of us know exactly how expensive her trust has already been. Aurora’s voice stays flat. “You ran me through a machine built to keep me small.” “I was part of it.” “Don’t flatter yourself. Men like you never build machines. You just rent them.” That one gets me enough that I laugh once. Short, Sharp, Real. Sebastian hears that too. So does Lena. Good.

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

Aluna was on the way to campus. She was well known as Aluna Mentari, 21 years old, she was a medical student, and she has a friend called Fatma. She was riding her motorcycle that always accompanied her wherever she went. “Today, there is an exam from Mr Anton. He was known as a ‘killer lecturer.’ He has never killed a student. If he had done that, he would not have been a lecturer now. I wonder why a discipline lecturer, never smiling and strict with the rule, is called a killer lecturer. The killer is someone who kills people. I still don’t understand” Aluna’s inner voice along her way to campus. “That is not my problem.” She continued while watching the red light.