Black Knights Code Geass Novels & Stories

Shin stepped away from the wall. His wound had reopened. “Shigure.” Shigure turned. Shin held up a small object. A silver clasp stained with blood. “I found this near the west stair.” The room shifted toward him. Shigure took it. His face hardened. It was shaped like a crescent crossed by a fang. Renji stared. “Black Hollow.” Hayate’s breathing changed. “That symbol belonged to Soren.” “He is dead,” Kiyomi said. Shin looked at the lower stairwell.

CLANK! The sound of two metal hitting one another. - Zeel opened his eyes since somehow he did not feel anything at all. In front of him were two figures in full plate black armor and wielded their own huge black swords. They managed to defend against that powerful blow but they were also a bit damaged. Then without a moment wasted another sword appeared from underneath Andrea's shadow again. But he managed to dodge it this time too and another shadow knight emerged from the shadow. Hakan: That took us by surprise. In all my years and with all the knowledge I have gained. I have never come across these kinds of familiars at all.

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.

As she rode horizontally along the wall past the disoriented assassins, she hurled her twin Phase-Knives. The iridescent blue Origin-Code bypassed their carbon-fiber armor, burying deep into the primary servo-motors of two Strikers. They collapsed instantly, their harmonic blades clattering to the floor. The third Striker lunged at Dax as he led the main pack up the center.

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.

Serena's POV The silence in the Great Hall did not break immediately. It lingered like frost in the high rafters, heavy and fragile, as twenty Ashveil guards watched six elite Blackthorn knights kneeling upon the cold stone floor. Commander Vane remained on one knee before Kael, his head lowered so deeply that the silver links of his collar touched the breastplate of his armor.