Clovis Code Geass Novels & Stories

On the day of my appointment as the Luna, beta Jabari would give me his blood in form of a blood oath to protect and serve me till the day he died. “What are you doing here, Clover?” Astrid asked, clinging to the goddess. “I missed you guys so much that I had to visit.” “Oh, please, just say you missed the prince. What use do you have for an old cargo like me?” Astrid laughed, the sound loud and boisterous. “Have you seen the prince?” “I have. It is as if this pack agrees with him.” I still stood to the side but I felt Clover’s eyes pass across me.

No enemy drones. Just silence. Her fingers gripped the Codex tighter. Then— A shimmer. The air rippled like a heat mirage. From the fog stepped Luca. Clad in a black suit. Pale. Calm. No entourage. No visible weapons. Just a single device in his gloved hand. “I accept your challenge,” he said. She didn’t blink. “We end this. No more secrets.” He smiled. “There’s *one* more secret left.” And with a flick of his wrist…………………………………………………

Entering here means that Claire and Leon will not lose their lives in the game. "We made it in!" exclaimed Claire smiling. "Now is the best part," Leon replied with a big smile. With his mind, he brought up two glasses. One he gave to Claire. "What is this?" asked Claire. “I created this yesterday. We can use these glasses to see the coding we need to break. Try it on," said Leon. He himself then wear it. "Wow!" exclaimed Claire. Now the numbers zeros and ones flying around them, now appeared to be representative pictures. Images of god characters, pictures of weapons, and many others.

I wondered if that was why he rented an apartment for Samuel and I. Nikolas and his mother continued to glared at each other icily for the longest moment. Nikolas was right. This was no dinner. It was an all out war and I was right in the middle of it all. At thar unfortunate moment, Lilika shifted her gaze to my direction. Her sharp dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, making me painfully aware of the foreign costume I was in. The concrete smile glued to herself faded and her lips twisted in derision. "And you are?"

His bond purred and closed his eyes, so Dio scooped him up and carried him in his arms. No one knew about Blur’s race and he better keep it hidden for their own safety. Blur came from a race that others deem mythical so it would cause a big commotion if others were to find out. “I’m done!” Mika happily exclaimed as she lifted the enchanted cloak. “Did you finish your product for the midterm exam?” Kael went over and looked closely at the item. “Are we going to wear one of your enchanted gears again?” Amery said with excitement. “But I haven’t tried it out.” Mika put the cloak on Dio and then she pulled the soul stone on her pocket.

She responds defensively. I can’t argue with her because we both feel the same way. Soon after, we drift off. When I awaken, the sun’s rays are filtering through the window’s curtains. Cleo is fast asleep beside me. She has always been a heavy sleeper. Rising from the bed, I take care of my morning absolutions and head to the kitchen. Oliver’s hunched down on the couch with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his beautiful gray eyes closed. I can see why Cleo is crazy about him. The man is mouthwateringly gorgeous with his chiseled features and chocolate-colored skin.

Vaan said quietly. Cloe's final words before proceeding to the escalator to the third floor were, "I will." Vaan then approached Lilith and Tio, who were looking through the clothing racks. Vaan informed them about the situation and advised Lilith and Tio to act normally so that the situation did not worsen. Cloe, on the other hand, reaches the third floor and notices three males wearing a bull cap leaning against the third-story railings. When Cloe recognized one of the three men she saw, she gasped, "Fuck!"

Then the Archive whispered again. Not in words. In memories. ⸻ A thousand years ago… The same staircase had been crowded with men carrying torches. Warriors in silver armor. Women dressed in black robes. Children crying as bells echoed overhead. At the center walked a young man. No crown. No sword. Only the Oath Blade hanging from his waist. Someone whispered his name. “Caelum.” The vision shattered. ⸻ Alessio opened his eyes sharply. His breathing remained steady, but his pulse had accelerated.

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.”

“You look like you got handled.” I press my lips together. “…I did.” Silence. Then: “OH MY GOD.” “Lower your voice!” “I’m whispering!” she whisper-yells, gripping my arm tighter. “Was it him?? Tattoo guy??” I don’t answer. Who else? Clover steps back slightly, staring at me like she just unlocked a secret. “Okay,” she says, collecting herself. “Okay. Wait.” She runs a hand through her hair. “First of all—”