Allura Vox Machina Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

The machine whirred to life. “What’s that thing supposed to do?” Aurora asked, leaning against Draven, who instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It reads your blood," Robert explained. "It’ll tell us what species you are now — wolf, vampire… or something else entirely." Aurora swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the machine. Draven squeezed her hand gently. “Whatever it says… you’re still mine, Aurora. Nothing changes that.” Aurora turned her head, meeting his eyes. “And you’re still mine. Vampire, wolf, or even a mix of both — I’m not going anywhere, Draven.”

She was bouncing, her hips slamming against his with a wet, heavy thud. While they were locked together on the bed, the room around them descended into chaos. The other women weren't just watching. Amara had moved to the corner of the room, where a sleek, black fucking machine was mounted to the floor. She had hiked her hips onto the padded seat, and a large, silicone rod was driving in and out of her with a mechanical buzz. "Ah! Ah! Yes! Harder!" Amara shrieked, as the machine hammered into her.

Pamela stared in complete disbelief. “Nope,” she whispered. “No. Absolutely not.” Chaos looked delighted from where he leaned against the wall. “The sanctuary supports life,” Queen Alors explained calmly. “Of course it would support healing tools.” Marcus looked at the machine suspiciously. “I feel like we’re violating several laws of physics.” “We surpassed physics several realms ago,” Order replied. Fair enough. Beatriz recovered first. “Right,” she muttered, forcing herself back into professional mode. “Aella, lie back.”

Alora lurched forward, and rushed to the bathroom while I followed behind, my heart lurching. “Goddess… Morgan!” I cried. He was awake in an instant, rushing to the bathroom. She hadn't made it to the sink, she knelt on the floor and blood-stained vomit splattered the floor. Her body convulsed, each heave weaker than the last. “Get the healer!” Morgan roared into the mindlink to someone. A few minutes later, Marwen rushed in, her night robe following behind, with Harry on his heels. She placed a hand on Alora’s shoulder, pressing her back down. “It is the toxins leaving her system. She must take another dose to flush out the sickness fully.”

"You think... Arthur is the danger? You think I am the one... He is afraid of?" Vesper pointed toward the back of the ship. A third door opened slowly. A tall thin figure walked out. It was not a man. It was not an alien. It was a machine made of bone and gold wires. It held a clipboard made of glass. "Patient 81 " the machine said. Its voice was a copy of June’s own voice. "It is time for your exam." The machine raised a hand. The violet light from Vesper and the purple light from June were suddenly sucked toward the machine.