Code Geass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I sat back down, but the code on my screen might as well have been hieroglyphics. I couldn't focus. My skin was still buzzing from being near him in the dark, like it was waiting for something to happen. I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging them, and stared out into the shadows of the garden. Then, I saw him walking over to me.

The needle-tipped arm of the extraction unit hissed as it descended, a gleaming, surgical predator aiming for the soft tissue of Verina’s temple. Inside her mind, the golden code—her sister’s voice—was a deafening roar, a digital scream for a mercy killing that would end the Archon’s reign before it could truly begin. Verina’s vision was a chaotic split-screen; on the left, she saw the sterile, terrifying reality of the Geneva Vault, and on the right, she saw the internal architecture of her own brain, glowing with a thousand lines of defensive firewalls that were starting to crumble.

Jiroo snorted again. "We know because the three of us are also the daughters of deities and we're also watching Hera." Ceres said and I shut my eyes, holding back myself to snap out from too much revelation. I took the clothes from Ayu's hands and put them on without uttering any words, without giving a single glance at them, then I stood up to wear the pants, I walked over the door and kicked it, making all the nurses and doctor flinch and jump on their spot.

"But they sound the same!" "No, no, listen!" He leaned forward, excitement quickening his words. "There’s an actual place called Geng! And… that’s it!" He grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and a pen, scribbling quickly. "It’s a code!" He wrote out *Gang*, placing each digit from the mysterious numbers underneath each letter as he spoke. "G2, A6, N8, G6," he said, looking up at us with intensity. "Now we just need to decipher it. Maybe ‘2G’ doesn’t mean anything on its own, but what if it’s the start of a word with G and two letters?"

I smiled as I opened it, but immediately frowned when I saw that there’s a code, how am I supposed to guess his code. Is it his birthday? Maybe, so I typed it, wrong password. Darn it, is it his number? Okay, let’s try, wrong password, 2nd attempt. Oh no, one more try and it’ll be locked! Wait, what, uhm, it’s probably not bad to try? I entered a combination that I’m actually not sure of, I covered my mouth because I might scream, is it my birthday? How can he even remember? We only celebrated my birthday once together.

He is the boss of this warehouse doll, we need you to give the code to this beauty that is here beside me. It's not necessary, I can give you the key, Oscar let go of my hand and turned me around so that his eyes collided with mine, his stained hands leaving painted in my hand where he held me. Do you know the code? he asked. I nodded. My father was an idiot, he believed that I would never come here again, That was what he deserved, revenge. The Code is 925 GFG. Oscar smiled, as he typed the number and the box gave way, I memorized the code when I was a child, because my dad guarded everything my mother earned, although She would try to convince him to give her a little to feed me.

Thanatos said as he also walked down the stairs to follow Isekai. Back at the dorm, Uraraka was cooked up inside the dorm room he shares with two other people as he pop a little bottle jar that contains a red liquid in his mouth finishing it in one go. "i wouldn't have removed my hood on those occasions that i removed it," Uraraka said as he coiled himself more. **** "inside a world that seems to be made of clock bearing a dark fog slowly started taking shape as it formed a man on mid era British clothe and a hat.

{ Cain } I stay in the same spot, frozen and confused, just looking at the door where Georgie just left through, running dramatically. My mouth is still open in disbelief, but luckily, as soon as she disappears, the cloud in my head begins to dissipate little by little. I don't understand what the hell is going on. I just arrived in Kallistar after almost six years of being away and now it turns out that my best friend in the whole world is... my fated mate? The same girl who has been fated to Alpha Asheron since she was fifteen? What kind of sick plot-twist is this?

Luca sat across from me, silent like always, cleaning the barrel of his hk-416 with the devotion of a priest blessing a cross. Raphael tapped away on a burner phone like he was texting a lover. In a way, I guess he was, except her name was Code, and she always said yes. “Security feed?” I asked. Raphael didn’t look up, “Dead, we're ghost.” I smiled, “Let’s haunt.”

Gloss POV The moment the light consumed me, the world dissolved into static. For a brief second, I couldn’t tell whether I was alive or lost inside a dream stitched out of corrupted code. Then, I blinked, and the distortion cleared. I found myself standing in Dream’s office, or at least, a twisted reflection of it. The walls shimmered like liquid glass, colors shifting between black and silver. Every line of furniture glowed faintly with code, and beyond the windows, there was no city, no skyline, only streams of data falling like rain.