Clovis Code Geass Novels & Stories

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

His aura was wrong, calculated, cold. Izora instinctively stepped back, her hand brushing the wall behind her for something solid. She’d seen him before. Not often. Always with Kaiser. Always silent. “Who are you?” she asked. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “If you must know,” he said, voice calm but condescending, “which is none of your concern… I’m Claude. Though some prefer to call me the Black Hole.” Izora’s chest tightened. She’d heard of that name. A whisper in the criminal underworld. An assassin known for one thing: leaving his victims with a hollowed chest where their heart used to be. She had thought it was a myth. But standing in front of her was the myth

Today I had time to myself,not even Jeremy would bother talking down at me. Standing infront of my mirror I was pleased with the person looking back at me.No,not the broken or quiet Marie,but Isabella Rosa Morrone.I admired the outfit,a black mid thigh coat-dress with pleats on the left side and long sleeved.I am glad to be back.All I had to do was bring back my ambitious side and fix the crown.Picking my leather Estelle Couture brand bag,I walk out to the garage.I used to go with a small car coz of my disguise but today it was different.I smiled at myself as I looked at my Mercedes-AMG G63.

The Mother-Code was recognizing its own blood. Kaelor stood, his claws clicking against the floor. He bared his teeth at the aurora, his animal instincts on a hair-trigger. "They aren't attacking. It’s like they’re... stuck. Processing." "Processing a life that was stolen," Aradaa whispered. "Touching, isn't it?" The Clone-Brother drifted down from the darkness above. He landed softly, his face an exact, mocking mirror of Aradaa’s. He didn't have a scratch on him. He looked like a god in a tomb.

A lithe figure in a white cloak dropped from the ceiling, moving fast as lightning—a Light faction assassin. “You are an abomination,” the assassin hissed, unsheathing twin blades. “The goddess will not forgive what you’ve become!” The Eclipse Wolves snarled, but Caelum raised a hand to halt them. “She sent you, didn’t she?” His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Liora is afraid.” “Iris would weep to see what you’ve done,” the assassin spat. “Then let her weep in the afterlife.”

"It's the royal celestial's clone!" "It's Gyddur!"

Accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, the golden aura came into contact with the dark force. Clara had not noticed it earlier, but this time, when she turned to look at the aura that was being emitted from Lucas' finger, her pupils shrank immediately. "He’s a Grade SSS Genetic Fighter!" This astonished Clara. She had heard of Grade SSS Genetic Fighters but had never met one. Thus, she had thought it was only a legend. Nevertheless, now that a Grade SSS Genetic Fighter was standing right before her, she could not help but feel flabbergasted.