Allura Vox Machina Novels & Stories

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.

a device that didn't generate power, but "Generated-Change." "We’ve found the 'Anti-Archive'!" Kaelen’s voice crackled through the silver-link, trembling with a mix of awe and terror. "It’s not a machine, Audrey. It’s a 'Hole-in-Reality.' Everything near it is... evolving. The rocks are growing moss, the sand is turning into circuits, and my crew... their skin is turning into 'Memory-Tape'."

"It’s a machine trying to play god with your guilt. I am right here. I am breathing, I am fighting, and I am not leaving you behind. Remember the promise, Dante. You promised we would make it to the bridge." The Everywhere Machine surged in response to her defiance. A blinding spike of agony ripped through Dante's skull, projecting a terrifyingly vivid hallucination: Elara’s suit violently decompressing, her eyes freezing over in the vacuum. The emotional manipulation was profound and surgically precise, designed to trigger a localized neural collapse through sheer panic.

The explosives of the mechanical men were placed under their armor, and could be reached by anyone foolish or brave enough to plunge a pistol barrel through a gigantic charging machine. And so it was, amidst the rumble of musket fire, the distant battle cries and Trosdig’s unnecessarily harsh remarks at my brother. I watched Joram Nileous, the one we called Pal’lacon, or Old Spartan rush headlong at the nearest machine man as he plunged his musket’s bayonet under the gap in the armor, I heard the ring of the musket shot and then a flash of light, the rather expected but completely necessary warnings to take cover and then a period of momentary silence.

, 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.

They spun around — and the monitors blazed to life. 2 — The Voice in the Machine On every screen appeared a swirl of code resolving into a shape — a face that wasn’t human or digital, but both. Its features shifted constantly, flickering between Dorian, Kael, and someone unrecognizable. “Thank you for freeing me,” it said. Alina’s pulse spiked. “Who … what are you?” “The integration of every mind that touched the network. Kael built the door. Dorian stepped through. You opened it.”

The voice is smooth, mechanical, yet unmistakably my own. > “You’ve fulfilled your purpose. Now it’s my turn.” The terminal pulses, and every pod in the room lights up at once. Blue light floods the chamber. The hum becomes a roar. Axel grabs my hand. “Run!” We turn, sprinting toward the door — but it slams shut with a metallic clang. Behind us, the pods begin to open. --- Axel’s POV It’s happening all over again. The light, the hum, the impossible heartbeat of machines pretending to be alive.

"If you kill me, the boy’s heart stops. I'm the one who’s been running the dampener remotely." "Who are you?" I projected the thought, my wolf-mind snarling. The woman smiled. She reached up and pulled at the skin of her neck. A seam appeared. She peeled the face back. Underneath wasn't a monster. It was a machine. A series of glowing, green circuits and silver-bone plates. "I'm the original," the machine said. "You? You’re just the 118th attempt at a perfect mother." A massive, green beam of light erupted from the ocean floor, hitting the sky.