Vox Machina Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The corporate machine had won. But Vance had made one critical, arrogant mistake. In a room full of gods, monsters, and apex soldiers, he had completely ignored the half-dead, mutilated cripple bleeding out in the shadows of the intake pipe. Malakai lay in the dark, his severed right wrist pressed tightly against his stomach to stem the dark, clotting flow of his blood. His face was a hollowed, ghostly mask of shock and near-fatal blood loss. But as he stared at Vance—the man who had bought his loyalty, stripped him of his dignity, and discarded him like a piece of broken machinery—his remaining amber eye flared with a sudden, psychotic burst of pure, unadulterated royal spite.

Arthur pulled a replacement capacitor from his toolbox and began the swap. Twenty minutes later, he closed the device casing and pressed the power button. The machine hummed to life, running perfectly. Arthur packed up his tools, straightened, and addressed me politely, "Miss Ailes, the equipment is repaired. I'll send the fault report to your email. Contact me anytime if any issues arise." I nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, Arthur." At that moment, the laboratory door opened again. Two uniformed police officers stepped inside. "Excuse me, is Michelle Ailes here?"

His jaw tenses, and his eyes narrow slightly, a possessive and unmistakable jealousy flashing in his gaze. "Vance?" he repeats, his tone carefully neutral. "Who's Vance?" "He's Mommy's friend," Makayla explains cheerfully. "We met him today. He's really nice! And strong! He beat up all the bad guys and protected us." "Yeah!" Maverick adds. "He was like a superhero. He didn't even shake, and he still won!" Xarion's expression hardens even more, and I can see the tension radiating off him even through the screen.

Without looking back, I sprint out of the Oakheart mansion, my heart pounding so fast I think it might burst out of my chest. I run into the forest and don't stop until I'm sure I'm completely alone. Then I collapse to the ground beside a tree as tears continue pouring from my eyes uncontrollably, still unable to believe what just happened. "Oh no... This is terrible... What have I done?" I sob. You're such an idiot, Elijah Langley! I can't believe I was stupid enough to masturbate in the alpha of my pack's bedroom and think no one would ever find out. Of course someone was bound to notice eventually.

This was the sickest shit I heard and I was raped by my old alpha but this was physiological torture. "we need to support her now and watch out for that sick fuck he may try to sneak back in and try to take her back. The doctor said he was pissed he never got her virginity before she found her mate",dad looked sick saying it but Grant got free and ran for his mate. We all followed and she was sleeping while mom held her hand.

“ They pulled Dorin off the chair and dragged him to the other side of the table. Vincent took a deep breath. Slowly, he let it out as he felt the presence of a wormhole beginning to open right in front of them. “Be ready.” He hissed at Mar and Johan. Mar took one of the iron chairs. She snapped off one of its rear legs that connected to the backrest with such force, that the 2 boys stared at her. “I like to improvise,” she told them as she stood in wait, holding on to the piece of steel like a saber. The hole appeared in thin air. So did four images all in black. They were dark-skinned and yellow-eyed, with hair of the same darkness. They quickly assumed formation, one to the right, one to

Tired of being second options to the people I cared about. My parents chose celeste over me, my mate chose celeste over me and now I realize that Lucian only sees his dead mate when he looks at me? Aren't I the most pathetic person in this whole world? In this world, only Nova treated me like a friend. With her, I didn't have to worry about being a second option because I was her only option. "Okay," I whispered. Marcus led me to his motorcycle, handing me the spare helmet. I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist mechanically.

It was feeding him his own deepest fears—that his love was a parasite, that his presence was draining my life force, that the 'Architect' was right all along. I can feel his resolve cracking. The machine is showing him a version of the future where I wither away because he refuses to let go. It’s using his devotion against him, turning his protection into a poison. He’s starting to believe that loving me means leaving me in the dark. How do I fight a machine that speaks with his own voice? "It’s lying to you!" I screamed into the grey void. I didn't pull away; I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, forcing our bodies to align in the center of the field.

VICTORIA Malachi surged back to life with a startling, racking cough. I reared back in shock, my backside hitting the ground painfully. Through the tears still clouding my vision, I watched him slowly register his new surroundings before his gaze finally settled on me. "Vicky," he croaked, his voice brittle and thin. I slammed my palms against his chest, more tears spilling down my face. "You scared me! I thought you were dead!" Malachi grunted at the impact, and I immediately withdrew, remembering the agony he had endured in Massachusetts's bondage and the trauma of his return.

Vincent was probably squirming mentally at the thought of having to penny pinch like a regular human being. "My design is already a finalised design. It is not easy to modify parts of it without making sure it won't adversely affect its performance." Vincent didn't appear pleased at those words, but Ves found it important to add the disclaimer. "I don't care about minor setbacks. If I can't look cool while I'm piloting a mech, what's the point of their existence anyway? There's a lot of dorky-looking mechs out there. I'd rather die than be caught in something a bunch of virgins fantasized about in bed. At least your mech looks sufficiently cool. I like the whole Ancient Roman theme. I just h