Black Knights Code Geass Novels & Stories

Gami immediately hooked the scythe on the soul sucker's neck and removed the blade from Jayden's body. Claire's eyes widened when she saw that at the tip of Gami's scythe blade, there were countless souls. It's like smoke in the form of a human silhouette. White and black. But there are more white ones. "Damn this bastard!" Gami said angrily and released Jayden's body. He immediately decomposed and became dust blown away by the wind. Gami took something from inside its cloak. Black card. Or maybe it's just that. "Darn! The loss is greater than the gain," he said in dismay. The soul reaper approached Claire. He stood next to her and shook his head.

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.

Smoke billowed through the opening, and we ducked behind what little cover the cramped room offered: Hail behind a stone pillar, Lena beside an overturned table, me crouched behind a massive iron chest. Six figures pushed through the smoke, weapons raised. They wore mismatched armor cobbled together from scavenged materials, but their movements were disciplined. At their center stood Kade Blackthorn, looking like he'd walked straight out of the apocalypse and decided to become its poster boy. He wore a hood pulled low, but I could still see the calculating gleam in his eyes as they swept the room. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, and his mouth curved into that peculiar, cold smi

“Kael, get her out—now.” “I’m not leaving until the path is clear,” Kael hissed. Alessia peeked over Kael’s shoulder as the assassin stepped fully into the light. The assassin was tall, masked, and cloaked in black threads that seemed to move on their own. A sigil glowed across his chest—one she didn’t recognize, swirling with crescent shapes and warped roots. He turned and looked straight at her. Alessia’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Kael, he sees me.”

And somewhere in the castle, behind locked doors and ancient wards, Royal Beta Knox lifted a glass to the gray-cloaked figure across from him. "To Morgana," he said. The figure raised its glass in return. Its hood fell back just enough to reveal eyes that were pure black—no white, no iris. Just darkness. "To Morgana," it echoed. "Who never truly died." The candle between them flickered. And went out.

His aura was wrong, calculated, cold. Izora instinctively stepped back, her hand brushing the wall behind her for something solid. She’d seen him before. Not often. Always with Kaiser. Always silent. “Who are you?” she asked. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “If you must know,” he said, voice calm but condescending, “which is none of your concern… I’m Claude. Though some prefer to call me the Black Hole.” Izora’s chest tightened. She’d heard of that name. A whisper in the criminal underworld. An assassin known for one thing: leaving his victims with a hollowed chest where their heart used to be. She had thought it was a myth. But standing in front of her was the myth

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 only makes my lips tighten in anger and a heartless response leaves my lips. "When you see her, ask to confirm." Karl lunges one last time but the Blackbone blade glows with a bright purple light in my hand and he drops to the floor, the last of his life sapped away. The night goes silent and I stare at Karl's body for a while. This wasn't supposed to happen. Karl wasn't part of the equation and now, he's dead. I lean down and with the blade, I carve into the skin of his chest.

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.