Percy Vox Machina Novels & Stories

The General isn’t heartless; he knows there’s more than muskets and spears waiting for them in the forest. “Faith Eaters” I mumble. I remember the first time I saw one; gigantic Persian war machines shaped like mechanical scorpions. Armed with large spinning blades attached to two arms and a cannon attached to its tail. It moved on 6 automaton legs with 4 curved blades as its feet. The veterans called it a Faith Eater after a single one made 3 Cohorts retreat, that’s a hundred men a Cohort, 300 Legionnaires defeated by a single war machine. Luckily after it was destroyed, the rest of the Persians started falling back. I guess they placed too much of their Faith on the Faith Eaters.

I asked in some sort of question and he had to pull off his mask, telling me to lie back and then he pulled away, looking at the machine. “I don’t see anything” He calmly said before navigating his eyes around the place a nurse pointed to and then he resumed again. This time with his mask open and i could tell his lips slowly gasped. “Wha-” “There is something. There” He said as i looked to the machine. “You see it? You see the baby?” I said excitedly and he shook his head, slightly. “That is not a baby. Its-” “Its a tumor” He turned to the other nurse who stared narrowly at it. “It is” Came a hard echo of an answer that sent me spiraling.

From the speaker embedded in the chassis of the machine, a synthesized, choral voice chimed with a terrifyingly familiar cadence. "Calculation error corrected. The Design does not permit a vacancy. Welcome back to the grid, Overseer Vance."

"But I didn't trade the Sovereign's cage just to be written into a new set of margins by someone I can't see." He slammed his hand onto the main gear, his bronze scars flaring into a blinding orange light that shot through the wood, trying to ground the machine the way we had grounded the geothermal vents. The press shrieked. The iron needle snapped with a sound like a pistol shot, a drop of black ink flying through the air to catch Xander right across the silver scar on his jaw. The Cost of the Typo The machine didn't stop. It glitched.

’ I shout, clinging onto his lifeless body as tight as possible. Nathan approaches, ‘Alpha Maximus, we’ve searched the perimeter. Other than blood, there are no bodies or sightings of any vampires. They have long gone. They must be fast to have gotten out of here this quickly,’ he says. ‘Thanks, Nathan. I need you to get Alpha Greg here straight away. Tell him the vampires are back and have killed Micah.’ My Dad looks at me as I continue humming and rock Micah in my arms as if he is simply taking a nap. Dad takes a deep breath as he slowly looks over Micah’s body and turns back to Nathan. His voice trembles, ‘Tell Alpha Greg he will need to bring his full retrieval kit,’

Zoran, "By the way, how much is that boxing machine?" "How much?" Mr. Zoran drew a blank and turned to slide a guilty glance at Tijil before answering softly, "Around a hundred million dollars…" Ivo Werner snapped at Frank right then, "What are you getting at brat?! Are you saying that you'll break that boxing machine?! I don't mind telling you—members of Thousand Isles Guild have helped design the machine itself! "You'll never understand the mechanics, but it's never going to be overloaded. Hell, it can take even five times the punching force of its estimated limit—"

Only the cold, sharp band of two hunters in the constrictions were driven. “Recovery!” called Raven. “Immer”, Vesper back, her titanium arm spanned, ready to attack the first of the machines. The red light flickered. The machines attacked. And the shaft of Aegis-Null turned into a murderous inferno.

Dracaryx men rolled in a X shaped device, it had buckles which Valerie assumed were for his hands and legs. "Attach him to it" Dracaryx commanded. The men attached Valerie to the machine and to Valerie's surprise, in addition to his hands and legs being buckled, his cock was also strapped to the machine as well. "Now little one, do you know what this machine does?" Dracaryx asked him. "No" Valerie replied. Dracaryx chuckled, "it is a pleasure machine, it will grip your cock and give you intense pleasure" he told Valerie. 'that wasn't so bad' Valerie thought to himself.

Small, sputtering steam-donkeys were mounted to its shoulders, spitting sharp bursts of gray vapor to stabilize the massive weight of the machine's limbs. Mounted to the exo-suit’s right forearm was a heavy, tri-barreled pneumatic rotary cannon. Standing inside the armored control cage of the machine was General Malvon, the supreme commander of the Iron Vanguard, his face scarred and rigid beneath his polished steel helm. "You brought a pack of wild dogs to an industrial slaughterhouse, Natalia," Malvon’s voice boomed through an acoustic brass horn mounted to the front of his armor. He did not waste time with a diplomatic warning. His hand yanked the primary firing valve on his control panel

He pointed upward. "The ledger is merely the key." --- Ethan followed his gaze. Above the chamber, suspended beneath the domed ceiling, hung an immense mechanical structure. Hundreds of gears. Rotating drums. Optical readers. Miles of wiring added over decades. A machine that had evolved with each generation instead of being replaced. It wasn't modern. It wasn't obsolete. It was both. "What is it?" Dani whispered. Victor answered with unexpected reverence. "The Memory Engine." --- Julian frowned.