Black Knights Code Geass Novels & Stories

Dark bored said. Blake frowned at him. "Do you believe you'll still be alive, Blake?" asked Dark. Blake was amazed and looked at his body lying in bed. The noise from this device was strong, Blake had a bandage on his head, he also had a bandage on his chest. Blake couldn't resist hanging onto his head and chest. Blake turned to Dark, and looked at what he was wearing. Dark is all black, with gloves and a coat. Its elegance was more pronounced in the coat, but the expression on his face was still the same.

“Did you get injured?” “No, just a head scratch.” I sighed in relief, then looked up to see the menacing gaze of black-masked men in black cloaks surrounding us. They were fast; I had to commend them. I had heard about them in my findings—the Black Men’s Secret Society, a group of assassins trained for deadly missions like this one. The Alpha King knew no one would take me down, so he sought those challenges to handle. It would be hard to take them on while also protecting Sapphire.

I whispered, though only the empty air received the truth I had not dared say. Bella's My fist locked around the knife made my emerald eyes glow as I leaped, my red coat in tatters now after Gabriel stole a piece of it, my training in how to dart around enemies from escaping Victor kicking in as I got closer to him. Lena Voss was limp, trembling behind the bed, her shrieks echoing in the face of the mercenaries’ grunting barks. My blade flashed, as I removed a weapon from one’s grasp, his wrist gushing, yet another seized my arm, jerking hard. I headbutted him, my eyes blurring as my world lost focus, only to have something punch into my neck, the prick sending noxious ice through my veins.

Steady. For a moment, I let myself imagine that maybe I could belong here—not fully, not yet—but enough to stay. Not as someone broken, not as someone scared, but as me. Someone who had survived, who was learning to trust again, even if just a little. Blake’s eyes caught mine across the room, sharp and unreadable. My stomach flipped. He didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Just held my gaze for a long moment, like he was measuring something, weighing it, deciding. And then, finally, he turned away, moving toward another group of men, issuing a command.

the Paladin Commander yelled in shock. He fired his plasma rifle. Instead of a standard golden bolt, the weapon discharged a searing, sapphire streak of phased plasma. It struck a Null-Sentinel square in the chest. This time, the kinetic force wasn't absorbed. The Origin-Code ripped through the anti-matter geometry, shattering the entity into a million harmless pixels. "The Ghost gave us bullets!" Jax roared, swinging his gear-axe as the rain hissed against his leather cut. "Push them back into the void!"

Blue and red lights reflected against nearby skyscrapers. Finally, he spoke. “Ghost isn’t a person.” Ashley waited. “It’s a codename.” “For who?” “The organization’s best assassin.” Her stomach tightened. “You think they’ll send him after me?” Dominic slowly turned. “No.” “They already have.” Ashley’s heart skipped. “How do you know?” Dominic reached into the pocket of the unconscious attacker’s jacket. He pulled out a sleek black metal card. There was no name. No symbol. Only one silver word engraved across the surface.

KAEL The assassin looked smaller in death,!)4 lay on the cold stone table beneath the flickering lanterns of Blackthorn’s infirmary, stripped of the stolen Blackthorn uniform he had died wearing and without it, he looked like any other man… ordinary. That was the most dangerous thing about him, because ordinary men didn’t walk into the strongest fortress in the North wearing another pack’s colors, ordinary men didn’t smile while dying and ordinary men certainly didn’t tell me I should have let Lena die.

Soheila calmed herself and rolled her eyes when she met Theodore's eyes. After a few minutes, Soheila could feel a strong power of defense in front. She could feel the Intense presence of an array. She glanced at Luna and Maximo who had their eyebrows furrowed. It seems like they could feel it as well. Soheila looked in front and saw two knights wearing black armor between a normal-looking door. The knights behind them had white armor different from the knights beside a door.

The black knights were skilled assassins, killing for them wasn't just a specialty, it was a way of life and unluckily for them, I came prepared. The hum of an engine filled the air as a black van came rolling in, the rear lights shone brightly nearly burning my fucking retinas. The van stopped right in front of me making cold wind hit my skin. I clenched my jaw as I could already tell who would attempt something so stupid— Nickolai.

The other three of them instinctively fell silent as they heard in a distance, faint but unmistakable sounds echoed—heavy footsteps, voices murmuring orders, and the distinct clinking of weapons. Kira silently got up to her feet and carefully peeked around the corner but what she saw made her blood run cold. She instantly turned back to the others, whispering in a tense voice, “There are men in black clocks searching the rooms in the corridor one-by-one.” Listening to this Liam also came over to take a peek and his eyes became darker as he murmured “These are people from Gantric Knights.” Elena’s heart pounded as she asked in a whispering tone, now standing next to Kira and Liam “How many?”