Clovis Code Geass Novels & Stories

“Except for your two little drones, you’re basically unarmed! Even with my armor powered down, you’ll never be able to hurt me, much less annihilate me!” Colviss shifted her stance into a highly aggressive one, and pointed the tip of her blade towards Miko’s neck. “I’m still plenty strong enough to hit you,” she continued. “And one hit’s all I need.” “This is true,” Miko said. “If you hit.” “Never underestimate a Reborn,” she said. “We’re the gods of our kind.” Colviss harrumphed, then focused her entire being into a single strike. She pulled her consciousness towards that perfect path - the path where her blade met with Miko’s neck.

Cassian began to explain, “Ignis, when she found out about the garlic test, suggested creating a code as a way to identify whether a person is dangerous or not. So when Ignis asked if we wanted garlic, if we said yes, it meant we were in front of someone suspicious.” Cassian added to the explanation. “So when Zora served pasta with a lot of garlic, it was as if she was following the code created between Ignis and us.” I was intrigued by this dynamic. “But why this code? And why was Zora involved?” “Ignis said it was a security measure that if we were in front of someone really dangerous, she would find a way to protect us.” Cassian seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing to speak.

“Thank you for coming.” “Yeah, right.”, Lucas said, sounding angry. “You know I want nothing to do with this pack. Why would you ruin my life by begging me to take over the Gamma position?” Clovis leaned forward, his weathered hands clasped together on the desk. “I’ve called you here because…”, he hesitated, as if struggling to find the right words. “Because there are things you need to know.” Lucas frowned and sat down in the chair. “What kind of things?”

In response, his hand shot out and clenched her throat. "You are not my Luna and you will never be" Clovis wrapped a hand tightly around her throat and hissed. He had warned her against speaking a word against his mate. She might be the best warrior among them but Clovis was still better than her. Riva's expression hardened with anger and humiliation. Instead of fear, she had vengeance burning in her eyes. Clovis hand couldn't remain locked around her neck for long as a split second later he was thrown backward against the wall. Ryker watched his back hitting the wall. His seething glare was pinned on him.

“Do what?” Evy waved her hands as if swinging something heavy. “The Hammer. How did you do it?” “Oh. Do you mean this?” Oma presented her hand, then as if it were magic, something materialized on her fingers, particles glowing before a tangible hammer with an intricate design turned up. She still couldn’t believe her eyes and walked closer to take a look at it. “How?” “I used to be an adventurer before I was a maid. This here is my core weapon. Veteran Adventurers who have managed to reach rank B can pull out their unique core weapon and use it for combat.”

I want to know the man underneath and I hope he’ll let me discover all his secrets. ‘He won’t have a choice. He’s a mere man, we’re Guardians,’ Minka purrs. ‘I take it you intend to find out what’s under Clovis tough exterior too?’ I ask her. ‘I don’t think Clovis will give me as much trouble as Emerson will give you, but we’ll see. I love a challenge,’ she says and I nearly laugh out loud. But I restrain myself, as we step onto the stage.

Thiago asked, clearly baffled by the strange behavior. "We're about to find a clue that will lead us to the assassins," Cassian replied as he stared intently at the door. After waiting for about 30 seconds, Claude couldn't resist asking, "Where's the clue, Cassian? Why can't I see anything—" "Found it!" Cassian called out before Claude finished speaking. Claude immediately glanced at the door before jumping back in alarm, exclaiming, "Why is there a snake there?" A black snake had emerged on the door. It wasn't a real snake, but a snake-shaped marking. It was only about the size of a fist.

“Oh, I plan to. Deep inside your little bond, where you’ll never get me out again.” The space trembled as he spoke. Streams of code swirled around him, shaping into weapons, blades of pure light, flickering and fading like dying stars. I stepped forward, shielding Gloss. “You don’t get to touch him again.” “Oh, Dream,” Adrian said softly. “You still don’t understand.” He raised a hand, and the code behind him expanded like wings. “This isn’t about touching him.” He smiled wider, the edges of his face fracturing into static.

He turned to look at the maid, his eyes transmitting a message only known to them, but she understood his unsaid words in their entirety. (Don't tell me those boys...) - Those were her thoughts, he was scared that it was the truth. "Azazel, those males are they in the report?!" - He screamed at him. "Let me check." - He started to flip the remaining pages and soon found the one he was looking for. "The males are known as; Minamoto Reiji, Human. Age 22, Son of random high-class Human Mages, has Sacred Gear 'Perfect Warrior'." - He mentioned the first one.