Vox Machina Allura Novels & Stories

But who would leave an expensive car like this on the road in the middle of nowhere? “Was she here?” I asked Maya. “Yes, about an hour and a half ago.” Maya replied glumly. As I looked around, my eyes caught a smashed phone on the road. Could this be Mathilda’s phone? Three months ago, Mathilda didn’t even have a phone which could access the internet but judging from their business and the change in lifestyle, I supposed she could afford a new phone. To confirm my suspicion, I saw Mathilda’s smiling face as the lock screen wallpaper.

Several maids ended up stopping in the doorway, flopping on the floor panting from exhaustion from chasing the three. “Ma, you were amazing,” Giro started as she jump around in sheer thrill of remembering the battle a while ago. “How did you create those phantoms, ma?” Metikulo was already sitting down beside her, eyes twinkling from the curiosity and mystery of calling out the phantom warriors. “Are those the ones they kept talking about,” Cicero like his other brother kept on jumping around, still full of energy after the effects of the ordeal that they had gone through. Though Karilaya wanted to answer them all and just have a nice little chat with her boys, she knew it would not be good

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

My jaw hits the stone floorboards the very second my eyes see handfuls of vintage muscle machines parked in every single color—some with bright tracking stripes, and others completely solid. I step out on my bare feet, running my palm across the slick hood of a black Chevelle SS machine. "A 454 core?" He gives a firm nod. "My wolf is impressed." I walk around to the back of the heavy metal bumper, and all the pack emblems are completely shiny, without a single smudge of dust on them. "Four hundred fifty horsepower. Why didn't your twin brother choose to steal this beast tonight?" He lets out a low chuckle. "Ryker chose correctly for your drive."

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.

Trish gave Ben the address to the computer shop she used and he pointed the truck in that direction. They went inside when they got there and Tina found a seat in front of a computer with Gretchen while Ben and Trish checked out the offerings. Trish hummed and hawed over the specs on a few all in one machines but Ben was drawn to a powerful workstation. It looked like a black cylinder but the specs were so much better than the all in ones. "Trish, what about this machine? It's far faster than those and you can configure this one to be really powerful!" he said pointing to the spec sheet.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

I could give a call to anyone, to Amanda… I have heard a lot about phones but the most outstanding of all was that it could reach farther than a mindlink, it felt like the improved version of mindlink. The thought of calling Alpha Damon and hearing his deep voice filled me with tremors, my heart missed a beat. I thanked the Luna again and with a smile, she bade me goodnight. I went to my room, excitement moving around my body as I decided to take a shower before going to bed. As I peeled the dress off my body, I noticed something different. There was a strange silver mark appearing over my chest. It puzzled me, I had never seen anything like it before and I didn’t give two thoughts as I head

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.