Black Knights Code Geass Novels & Stories

Gao Jian with a long spear in hand was still young and vigorous and he had the encourage that a new-born calf made little of a tiger and shouted. Whew! A black awn rose to the sky. "Er... giggle..." Touching his throat, Gao Jian opened his eyes wider. The blood flowed down his fingers in succession. A black arrow cluster had ruthlessly pierced his throat and neck. The bloody arrow cluster came out from the back neck, splashed with blood, and the precious life of the young man was taken away. "If you dare resist again, the whole village will be slaughtered." The black knight's cold voice, without any emotion, echoed indistinctly under the wall. "Weeds, you have less than half the time of a st

Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt. "No, no," Dante's eyes began to shift back to how they were earlier, somber and ruthless. His entire face seemed to sharpen as if had, the pink in his cheeks also vanishing the longer he stared at Nate fixing his shirt. "Be how you were before," he shoved Nate's hand away, grabbing the knife again and extending it towards his palm. "Take the knife," his voice had darkened, no longer soft as it was a few seconds earlier, "act as if you're going to stab me."

"I have a visual, General but they are guarded by several large black bioforms." "Marky, you know what to do!" Kent ordered. "Understood general!" Marky nodded. He flipped down the extra scope on his helmet as he faded into the darkness. Aisha was dumbfounded at how he was able to disappear without the use of magic. Before she could ask him several loud crackling sounds echoed from a distance as they covered their ears. The Knights broke their shield wall formation to see the golems and the ballista formation was destroyed as if something tore into them.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

That made the majestic King fall helplessly on the floor with a shatter. "The God is checkmated, Papa," he continued before, to his father's surprise, crashing the White King more using his expensive shoes. "Relax. We've trained the Amati well. He is furious. Watch how he will kill the god." He grinned. "The Black Knight will kill your enemy soon." . . . AND THE BLACK KNIGHT WAS ROARING IN FURY, INDEED. The sound of his black Ducati burning the street was just as deadly as how the man was riding it—cutting through the dark and passing through the night like the silent murderer he was made to be. The anger in his fearless eyes was screaming for blood. Rome. Wanted. Blood.

Ga-chi. The sound of my neck grinding against the petrification was a rhythmic, microscopic tectonic shift. The stone had hardened another fraction of an inch, creeping toward my jawline like a slow-motion executioner. I could feel the cold in my marrow—not the chill of the blizzard, but the permanent, absolute zero of the anchor. I held my arm up to the flickering indigo light of the monitor. The silver mercury inside the quartz veins was still moving, shifting into the jagged, rhythmic lines of Kael’s ancient cipher. It wasn't just a message anymore; it was a ghost-code, a digital residue of a King who had chosen to be the floor I walked on.

That belief mattered more than anything. “I’m not leaving you in there,” I said firmly. Cassian stepped beside me. “You won’t be alone.” Lucian sighed. “Then we fight.” The footsteps grew louder. Closer. Cassian whispered, “They’re spreading out.” Lucian nodded. “They’re trained.” I cracked my knuckles slowly. “Good.” Cassian smirked. “You’re insane.” “Probably.” The first assassin stepped into view. Black cloak. Silver mask. Council insignia carved into the metal.

“E-Eden… what is happening…?” Before Eden could answer, the temperature of the room shifted. The air itself grew heavier, thicker, charged with authority and danger. Then he walked in. Cassian Virelli Blackthorn. The dangerous Alpha. Cassian stepped through the ruined doorway as if he owned the world beyond it, tall, broad shouldered, dressed in black clothes that clung to his powerful frame, his silver eyes burning with something far more dangerous than anger. The invisible pressure of his presence had already wrapped around her like invisible chains, making her breath hitch.

[Status: A+ 63% -> 78% -> 85% -> 91%] Seal cracked. Day 3. Last day. Dawn of Duel. Demon Envoy arrived again. Not envoy. Army. 20 Black Knights on drakes, S-Rank aura. And in middle, Kross. 3 meters tall. Blood axe bigger than Jin. Skin red, horns. S-Rank Butcher. He looked at Academy gate where last envoy was hanged. Grinned and broke hanging rope with axe. "Where is little slave King?" he shouted, voice breaking windows. "I came to take him like dog!"

However, Aaron was still by my side for the purpose of protecting me, but I didn't stop him from doing so. I looked at Kavier who was dealing with the sudden emergence of the assassins who were wearing all-black clothing while their faces were covered with black masks. Their eyes were red, filled with ferocity and some of them had already shifted from their wolf form running towards our direction. Most of them went to Kavier, while the others went towards us. I looked at Aaron who calmly took two hatchets that were still swinging above, then he swirled them in his hands as if he was swinging with some light baton.