Black Knights Code Geass Novels & Stories

"Signal the Ghosted. It’s time." The order was sent, and within moments, shadows emerged from the ruins of the dockyards. The Ghosted, silent, faceless assassins trained in the art of war moved like phantoms through the battlefield. Clad in black, their movements were precise, calculated. They struck without warning, their knives slicing through Monadikos soldiers like whispers in the wind. Mikhail’s eyes narrowed as he saw his men falling one by one, their throats slit before they even had time to react. He knew Alvarez would have a countermeasure, but he hadn’t expected this.

Blaring red strobe lights bathed the R&D facility in the color of blood. "Commander!" Kenji’s voice was borderline hysterical. He ripped off his headset, staring at the global tactical monitor. "We have a Code Black! I repeat, Code Black!" Sebastian instantly severed the neural link, gasping for breath as he ripped off the halo. He vaulted out of the testing rig, his heart pounding. "Report!" "It's the Ascended, sir. They didn't attack another ancient ruin," Kenji’s hands were shaking as he typed.

he yelled when the black guy turned in his direction from his workstation. Percy sat down on his seat and waited for Blake to join him. " Do you have the list ready? " he asked as soon as the guy walked in. " Yes, sir, " Blake said stepping forward with the iPad in his hand. He presented it to Percy and stepped back to wait for him to scroll through the list of assassins he had compiled for this hunt. Percy looked down at the beautiful red hair with grey eyes and light freckles on the screen, she goes by the code name Katya, a gamma, five foot eight.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

Now, they sent out a bigger force. A large group of the original Knights of Death. Vincent knew it because the original Knights of Death wore armor and carried a trident each. Those who didn’t wear armors were just their followers from the realms. Vincent placed his hand on Cohen’s wolf and said, “Get your paws healed. The blades they’re using are poisonous.” “I’ll be fine,” Cohen said to him. “You’re as stubborn as ever.” Vincent cracked his neck and knuckles. “I promised myself not to rely on my wolf after what had happened in the past. But it seems I have to break that promise.”

Her wolf, Thena, has been jumping up and down in joy, urging her to accept her mate but the girl is adamant on killing the Prince. Mate? He is her mate? This has to be the sickest joke of her life! “What is your name?” He asks. The girl does not reply so he presses his foot more on her throat. Despite feeling the pain, she remains quiet. Lavi’s cold expression does not soften at her state. There is no pity in either of them and they are hell bent on breaking each other. He takes out a token from his pocket. “This fell out of your cloak,” he says. “The emblem of the Black Jacks. An assassin’s guild, am I correct?”

“She said your name.” It took a few seconds for my words to register. Knight blinked, confusion in his gaze, only for it to fade once he caught the subtle notes of Anastasia’s scent clinging to my skin. Her arousal—every sweet drop of it—hit him in the face. “Oh, shit.” I felt my claws press into his flesh, nicking his shoulders as I fought the pull of my beast. “And now you die.” Knight should have been trembling. Hell, he should have pissed himself with fear, but this was Knight. He didn’t operate the way normal people did.

They’d done it before; they could and would do it again. “Drop your shields, Bones,” Knight ordered in a voice that caught painfully in his throat. He wasn’t looking at Bones—couldn’t, really. All his attention was focused on Kira's half-lidded empty green eyes and the puddle of blood soaking into the ground around her head like a gruesome halo, one limp hand curled beneath the wound in her neck. The pressure hovering over his body faded away, Bones' power receding. Knight heard the meaty sound of something hard hitting a body and contained his flinch. He’d apologize to Bones later, when they were home and safe and away from this goddamn nightmare.

Fully taking a glance at her he did not see what she was fully wearing. “Who got you the dress, I do not remember getting that for you?” Jezzebelle blushed and twirled it around her ankles. “I do not know it came with a little card saying For every darkness, there is light. For where there are vines there is a special rose hidden amongst the darkest parts. Pour ma petite chauve-souris de sang. I believe whoever sent it called me their little blood bat.” Lazarus stopped short of the door and turned towards her. “What were the initials on that letter?”