Black Knights Code Geass Novels & Stories

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

They were five, all dressed in uniform black, ancient riders clothing wearing a silver mask on their faces, each having their swords. As they approached closer, I drew out my sword, so did the Hybrid. The instant they were close enough, I took my stance and we lunged at them. The sharp clinking of our swords filled the darkness as we fought them all. I staked my sword in one of attacker's heart but nothing happened. There wasn't any wound or blood. Then suddenly, my gaze met his eyes, there was nothing in there. It was complete darkness buried in there. That's when the realization struck me. They were the knights of Erebus. They had no body nor form.

“Yes, he needs us. For now. What happens to us when he no longer needs us??? What have you gotten us into?!!!” Before I could say anything, several Lycan knights – dressed in black head to toe, appeared. In the light, their armor glistened with SCALES???? What was that???. These looked like dragon scales. Is the Dark Lord working with dragons??? And if so, does First Dragon know of this??? The knights, whose faces I could not see, looked extremely intimidating. I could not tell if they were all male warriors, as most looked almost identical. Standing over 6.5 feet, their long muscular bodies were adorned with various swords and daggers, some other interesting weapons I had never seen. Each h

James was standing in front of his car silently smoking his cigarette. Blake walked over to him and said, “We’re here, James. We should move out.” The others greeted, “James.” James looked at them. All nine of them were SSS-ranked assassins. Moreover, Blake was the Assassin King. James lightly waved his hand. “Let’s wait for a little while longer.” Blake did not ask any questions and instead waited patiently. Ten minutes later, a pickup truck stopped in front of James and the others. The door opened, and the Blithe King, who was in casual wear, got off. Looking at James, he pointed at the compartment and said, “Everything you need is in there.”

“He drank blood?” “He was biting people’s throats out, I don’t think drinking their blood while he was at it is an unrealistic leap, do you?” He asks pointedly. “That’s a good point, and now that you mention it, he’s starting to sound familiar, and I don’t mean because he’s named after an iconic fictional vampire. As for the first victim, I’m pretty sure he is an assassin who went by the Codename Castrati, so named because he was fond of emasculating his male victims and keeping the parts as a souvenir. Or at least I assume so since the appendages were never found." My words make Silas squirm and cross his legs, and I hide my amusement at his discomfort. “I hadn’t seen him at the last Tourna

Directly in Raidon's line of sight, by the grand chandelier of the hall, a figure dressed in black plummeted—the very assassin who had attempted the ambush, then utterly defeated! "Is he... is he dead?!" In that instant, it was not just the grievously injured Raidon who witnessed the fall of the assassin in black. Every guest in the hall saw it, including Franklin, of course! He fixed his gaze on the lifeless body of the black-clad assassin. His hands balled into fists so tight that his nails were about to break through the skin. One thought lingered in his mind—that was the end. The dead man wore the Zadra family's sacred tokens and the unique insignia of the Eight-Armed Guardian's external

A flash of something unreadable crossed his face before the cold mask snapped back. “Remember, Serenya,” he warned, “you’re still learning what power truly means.” He turned sharply and strode away, leaving her trembling but unbroken. Moments later, the heavy wooden door creaked open. Blackthorn entered, steady and imposing — a knight forged in shadow and loyalty. His sharp eyes caught sight of Serenya, her fingers brushing the faint, angry mark on her throat. He said nothing, but his gaze held quiet understanding. Inclining his head, his voice low and wrapped in riddles, he said, “Some wounds are not meant for the light, Lady Serenya. They whisper truths only silence can hear.”

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

That was all it took. That was how it began. “With respect, Your Majesty,” Cassian said, his tone even, “different does not mean safe.” Vaelreth’s gaze shifted then—finally landing on Cassian. Sharp. Cold. “Do you believe I require a lecture on safety?” “No,” Cassian replied calmly. “I believe you require a reminder.” A flicker of irritation crossed Vaelreth’s face. Brief. But real. Cassian pressed on. “He is a weapon,” Cassian said. “And weapons are not meant to be… admired.”

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.