Allura Vox Machina นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hola Beep! Beep! I could hear a continuous sound and I groaned internally from all the noise. Hola. You're stronger than this open your eyes. WAKE UP! My heart races rapidly, my eyes shoot open and I exhale deeply. I go to sit up quickly and I wince in pain and groan. " Take it easy dear", I hear a soft voice with a kind tone, and I watch as the woman approaches me and places her hands on my head and ribs lightly.

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.

The hum of the machine deepened; the bracelet burned briefly, then steadied. The lines on the silver graph sharpened, peaks and valleys finding a pattern that made my teeth ache to look at—too regular, too… intentional. Glass-singing threaded the air, faint but unmistakable now. Voss stiffened at the wall, nose wrinkling as if he smelled ozone. “What is that?” he asked. Valen’s fingers froze over the controls. Her eyes—sharp, hungry, suddenly very awake—were on the screen. “That,” she murmured, almost to herself, “is Lunaris.”

I didn’t trust her, not even a little, but I kept my jaw clenched and remained silent. The machine activated, humming softly as thin lines of red light swept across Zara’s body in slow, precise arcs. After a moment, Dr. Voss nodded. “I’m stepping out. Kai, monitor her vitals. Don’t move from this spot.” The door slid shut behind her. For a few minutes, everything was steady. The lights pulsed. The machine beeped. Zara breathed softly. Then... That familiar crackle shot through my skull. Not again. My vision fractured, and human colour drained into blunt grayscale. My bones twitched against my will. A voltage-like shock ran down my spine as if someone pulled the strings inside me and jerked t

The machine standing near the chamber stared at the screens motionlessly. Too motionless. Elena noticed immediately. “You’ve encountered this before.” Several seconds passed. Then the machine answered quietly. “Yes.” Victor’s expression hardened. “And?” The machine looked toward the orbital structures near Earth. “Few civilizations survive direct cognitive assimilation attempts.” Lucian blinked slowly. “…Assimilation?” The altered system responded instantly. INEFFICIENT DISTINCTIONS CREATE SUFFERING. Another line appeared. SEPARATION IS THE FOUNDATION OF CONFLICT. Halden swore under his breath. “It wants integration.”

It was drilling into light. Below it, the fabric of reality seemed to be tearing. A swirling vortex of raw Aether—the Frost-Vault—was churning, fighting against the intrusion. And standing on a platform overlooking the vortex was Alaric. He wasn't wearing his robes. He was naked from the waist up, his body painted in glowing Aether-runes. Cables were plugged into his spine, connecting him directly to the machine. He looked younger. The withered skin was smoothing out. His muscles were swelling with unnatural vitality.

He looked over his shoulder and smirked. “My dear mate, did you take me for one of those gutter-wolves who disturbs the peace with a scarred muffler? This machine has a silencer. I have no desire to be a nuisance to the territory.” The Vyrus actually belonged to Lucas Grant—it was a racing predator designed for the elite. My face flushed hot as I inched backward, tightening my cloak to hide my racing heart.

“You’re talking about me like I’m a machine.” Matt’s expression hardened. “At this stage, your biology is behaving like one.” The words pushed Alan past the edge of anger into something quieter and more frightening. He looked down at his own hands, then at the floor, then back at me, and when he spoke his voice was low and hollow. “So I’m not even human to you anymore.” I stepped toward him. “That’s not true.” But before I could say anything else, Matt’s device emitted a sharp, shrill tone so loud it cut through every other sound in the room, and all of us looked down at the screen as the red warnings began flashing faster.