Percy Vox Machina Novels & Stories

He shoved the man back down on the hood of the car and gestured to one of his men to bring him a small box. Edgar’s eyes widened in horror as he stared at the box, wondering what it was. Blake shot him a wry smile and brought out a tiny spike with wires attached to it. “Do you know what this is, Mr. Logan?” He asked, coupling the machine and Edgar tried to run, but I quickly punched him and held him down, tying him up with a chain. “This is a little invention I made. Something I like to call Lucy.” He added, attaching the wires to a small generator, and then turned back towards Edgar with a sinister smile, patting him softly on the cheeks.

The machine staggered, its gears whining in a high-pitched mechanical protest. But then, the translucent tubes on its chassis pulsed. The black fluid rushed into the arm with a wet, thumping rhythm. The Devourer snatched Viggo out of the air. The hydraulic claw closed around his waist. "Viggo!" My stomach twisted into a hard knot. I felt the air leave my lungs. The machine lifted him. Viggo thrashed. I heard the blunt thud-thud-thud of his fists beating against the metal. He kicked at the glass sphere.

The monitor flickered beside me, another headline flashing across the screen: Percy Group’s Neural Interface Breaks Records, Redefines AI Technology. Alpha Marcus expresses interest in collaboration. I read it again and again until the words blurred into nothing.

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.

"It seems the memory machine has done its job." He leaned back, resting against the headboard of the bed, his eyes distant as he reflected on the path that had brought him to this moment. The memory machine was a device he had created years ago but was banned from using due to its dangerous nature. However, he had kept it hidden, and now it had proved to be an invaluable tool in his quest to tear apart Alexa and Valle.

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.

Regular front line mechs were built to last. "I'll cross that bridge when I get there." For the remainder of the time, Ves kept diligently producing the Marc Antony in his virtual workshop. He accumulated a decent amount of experience in fabricating the most troublesome parts, and with his deep knowledge of the frame and its base model he felt confident he could fabricate a functioning mech with his own equipment.

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

The moment Malachis fingers touched the gears they stopped spinning. The cold power of the Seventh Seal did not just stop the machine; it took away its logic. The perfect order of the Fourth Grid was introduced to the empty space of our shared sacrifice. Through our link Malachi and I poured the full power of the High Peaks into the machines central processor breaking its calculated plans into useless noise. "The ledger..." the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid whispered, its voice losing its sound becoming a low hollow rattle. "The blueprint... Has a... Ghost."

He added, “you have to get the book that you want from the box machine where the eggs are stored. The box machine has claws that you use to get the egg from the box.” “Hmm, sounds like a gacha-machine.” Maxill smirked at the thought. “Exactly! I made it like this because of what I learned in the slots. It’s gamification, but for books!” “Ok.” Chastine smiled; she was ready to play the box machine so that they could get the codex in no time. “What book are you looking for?” “It’s called the Herb Codex,” Juste answered Duke-X as he waited in anticipation whether it was available at Makina’s library or not.