Allura Vox Machina Novels & Stories

There was a voice that wasn't human, not even a machine but there was something in between it spoke from the walls, echoing through the tunnel like a confession. “Retinal match confirmed Voss bloodline. Welcome Mother.”the voice echoed The door rolled open with a hiss letting out a frost and the scent of antiseptic. Inside was a while lot of glass and light. There were rows of pods lined on the walls, each filled with pale fluid and something moving inside Not bodies but not sure of what was inside. They moved , fingers curling, mouths opening as if screaming in silence . The glass was fogged with condensation, but Aurora could see the shapes ,small, fetal, but it looked wrong to her.

The panels on the walls split open, revealing rows of dormant machines humanoid shapes twitching, awakening. Alaric curses and fires a shot, hitting Drayke in the shoulder but Drayke doesn’t fall. He laughs, metallic and wrong. “Welcome home, Saphira,” he says. I scream and the world obeys. The lights explode. The machines lurch forward like beasts unleashed. Caelum grabs me just as one crashes through the glass wall. Alaric fires again and again, but there are too many. “Go!” Caelum shouts. I stumble toward the emergency exit, but something catches my reflection in the cracked glass — a flash of silver under my skin, spreading like veins of light.

Ermingard replied. “Put him on video feed...” Professor Morell blurted out. Ms. Ermingard placed the cellphone flat on the table and tapped something on the screen. A thin light came from the device, which widened out and created a 3D image of a frowning Professor Morell’s face. “Woah! What is that?!” Vincent exclaimed with joy, “That is just so totally cool!” “I know, right?” Dorin said, equally impressed, “And there’s not a thaum of mana used in it!”

Luca POV The board looked impossible, it didn't look difficult or complicated. Impossible. Kai had taken over the main screen, pulling together everything we had—Matteo’s data, Hartwell’s internal access, Isabella’s structural insight—and turned it into something we could actually see. And what I saw…Was a machine. Not an organization, not a network. A machine. Cold, precise, self-sustaining built to survive anything. “Jesus…” Marcus muttered under his breath.

HOST LINK – 63% Scarlett’s blood ran cold. The machine had accelerated because of her presence. No more hesitation. She slammed her finger onto CONFIRM PURGE. The server room screamed. Every monitor flared blood-red. Rows of indicator lights burst in a rapid chain reaction, showering sparks across the floor. The vault began to crack with sharp, fracturing sounds. The crystal drive inside split violently. Victor shouted, “It’s working!” Luna’s eyes widened. “The backup is collapsing!” Alexander’s face twisted in horror. “No!”

"The firewall... it's biological! It’s using the Machine as a living brain!" At the center of the room, the machine moved. DEUS EX MACHINA. It stood ten feet tall, a skeleton of chrome and glowing red wires. It didn't have a human pilot this time. It ran on pure AI anger. WRRRRRM. The Machine’s eyes glowed crimson. It raised an arm cannon. "TARGETS ACQUIRED. FAMILY STERLING," a hollow, synthesized voice echoed. BOOM! A beam of concentrated plasma blasted the room. "Move!" Kael tackled Aurora, rolling her out of the blast radius just as the floor where she was standing melted into slag.

loyalty to anyone with refractive vision. Varkas wasn't looking at a returned god. He was looking at a beautifully destructive weapon that he had just successfully programmed with a few pretty words. The Silver Chill at the base of Marcus’s skull screamed so loud it gave him a migraine. This entire world was a trap. The pristine streets, the bowing men, the custom-built origin story—it was all a gilded, high-tech cage designed to domesticate the Glass Cannon.

The core flared from within, bleeding white light through the seams of its black casing, and the floor beneath them thrummed like it might lift away from the earth entirely. On the monitors, strings of code spooled faster than the human eye could track—lines of jagged symbols, fractured letters, entire words repeating, mutating, breaking apart. Savannah glimpsed flashes of her own face in the glitching feed, her voice speaking words she’d never said. Then the images shifted to Colton’s, Weston’s, Magnolia’s—faces stretched, distorted, as though the machine were chewing memory into static. Mira-Eve’s head tipped back. Her eyes rolled white. Her hands hung limp at her sides.

she begged, her voice hoarse, body trembling. But it was the machine that made Aurelia's breath catch, a sleek, mechanical arm mounted on the counter, its dildo attachment thick and veined, thrusting relentlessly into Selene's dripping pussy. The device whirred with mechanical precision, pistoning in and out, slick sounds filling the air as it stretched her walls, juices coating the shaft and dripping onto the floor. Selene's hips jerked with each plunge, her clit swollen and untouched, her moans escalating into cries as the whip kissed her skin again.

"And don't bother about toys. We are buying them." Damon informed. Mariana shrugged at Lovina. "I am going to do my work." She placed the baby down and left. Lovina narrowed her eyes at Damon. "Really? Can you tell me what kind of toys are available in the market?" She knows how their mind works. "Toy machine gun, rocket, cars, plastic swords" Damon looked at Rafael for help. "And bikes too." Rafael nodded in Damon's support. Lovina raised her eyebrows while faking the impressed look.