Vox Machina Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Stay there." The Killing Machine was like a robot as he scanned around, searching for Keira. He stepped forward, but suddenly, a woman in a suit rushed in and gave a flying kick to the Killing Machine's face, sending his headgear flying. "Victor," Violet growled.

My throat feels like sandpaper. I’m so thirsty. Somewhere nearby— Beep… Beep… Beep… My vision blurs. White lights flood my eyes. Someone is holding my hand. Vance. He’s crying. “My love,” he whispers softly. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” The machine beside me suddenly screams. BEEEEEEEEEP— I bolt upright in bed, gasping for air. My heart slams violently against my ribs. The room is dark. Silent. But I swear I can still hear it.

he sneered and activated the machine. The air cackled with energy. Camila’s arched her back, a scream ripping from hr throat. Vivid blue light pulsed from her body, drawn into the machine like a moth to flame. Her screams grew weaker and turned into whimpers…finally ragged gasps for breath.

I didn't see Machala being as easy as Wade to break, but it didn't deter me. Once I had her fastened in, I removed the vibrator and placed a large dildo on the machine. I added a little extra lube to this one. I made the adjustments, gave her a pat on the ass, and turned it on. The dildo passed the rosette of her ass and disappeared before slowly coming out. "You have an hour. I'll be back then." I walked to the door. "No, Luke. You can't leave. Don't do this." Her plea held more anger than anything.

A sudden pat on the shoulder, Han Ye was a bit too much, and Mac Vu's toned body was also shaken. - What are you looking at so drunk? Mac Vu smiled but didn't smile, getting out of that momentary infatuation: - Damn, that thing called predestined. He said I can still see her here. Han Da patted Mac Vu again on the shoulder, but this time did not move a single step of his. - You should get rid of those fictitious morals in books that no one can prove. According to him, if you like to play with her, then quit if you're bored.

Silas is restrained beside her, his shadows thrashing. Veyra adjusts her goggles. “This will hurt.” The machine activates. Agony erupts—a white-hot blade carving through my soul. I scream, but no sound escapes. The room dissolves into fractals of light, and for a moment, I see *him*. The Architect, his form frayed but grinning. **“Did you think you could outrun me? I am the wound. The silence between breaths. And now, I am *you*.”**

CHAPTER 7 Zendayas POV Victor's face had gone from red to purple, his carefully controlled mask slipping. "This is absurd!" Victor's voice cut through the silent chaos. "Convenient doesn't even begin to describe this. An engagement announced at the exact moment she's about to lose her position? You expect us to believe that?" "I expect you to believe the truth," Malachi replied calmly, his hand still resting on my shoulder. The weight of it felt both grounding and terrifying.

In a split second, Maverick stopped everything he was doing in Ciel's body and stared at Ciel's face, which was as red as a ripe tomato. Ciel wasn't lying again. He really thinks he can't cum anymore, that nothing would come out of his cock anymore. Maverick had already drained him this morning at Marcus's mansion, and no matter how his body reacts, he still believes that he really couldn't do it anymore. Still, it was embarrassing for him to admit that to Maverick, which was why he was avoiding meeting the alpha's gaze.

They take over my body, wracking it like a ship being thrown onto the cliffs in a winter storm. I sense Maverick holding my hand whispering something that’s probably supposed to be both encouraging and calming as he wipes my forehead. “A girl!” MacKenzie excitedly calls out just before angry crying fills the room. “Keep pushing, the second one is announcing itself!” Olwyn orders me. “I’m so proud of you,”I hear Maverick whisper in my ear.

Ghost in the Machine What was supposed to be the most romantic night for Liora and Mavric at the top of The Shard suddenly transformed into a chilling digital battlefield. Strong winds howled outside the balcony windows, but within Liora’s mind, a far greater storm was raging. "Mavric, I have to get to the lab now," Liora’s voice trembled not from fear, but from the anger she had bottled up since her first life. "Marcus Vane... he’s not just hacking.”