Code Geass Table Scene Novels & Stories

​On the tablet, the words 'Final Chapter' began to be overwritten by a jagged, crimson script Nora hadn't seen in years. ​[ERROR: THE 'GOD OF WAR' HAS FILED A LIEN.] ​Nora looked at Kael. He wasn't in his cardigan anymore. He was standing at the edge of the balcony, his hand glowing with a violent, ancient light. He wasn't looking at Nora. He was looking at the aircraft.

Agent 47 looked at me as if to say No but I didn’t meet his eyes. I closed mine. It was like tearing off a piece of my soul. “Delta… Seven… Omega… Nine… Delta… Three… Xeno…” My voice broke near the end. My palms hit the floor, and I collapsed completely, hands bracing my trembling body. I gave her the code. The code. The fvcking code. Rosita turned slightly, not even all the way, and with the same sick smile, she said softly-- "I believe you… Sweet Fia."

“Where are you? Are you still on the second floor? Akiko and I are so sick of seeing gargoyles. We’re dying to go exploring, no pun intended.” Amused, Zen chuckled. “I’m at the entrance of the second stage. I can meet you ther—” Before he could complete his sentence, two new players exited the stage entrance’s portal. Sasha ran towards Zen and threw herself onto him, sending them both onto the ground. “The Seer told us everything. How could you meet with Gorski alone?! You deserve to get smacked!” Akiko was silent behind Sasha, but Zen could sense her disapproval and cringed. His party members had every right to be furious, and Zen had nothing to say in his defence. He could only apologise a

Multiple access routes, all of them ugly. Dima flicked through angles with a pen, jaw tight. Jace perched on the edge of a crate, swinging one leg, pretending relaxation he didn’t feel. Two freed Sirens lingered near the back—Nia, her shaved head shadowed by a hood, and Tessa, arms folded like she’d hit someone if they breathed wrong in Lys’s direction Kael didn’t stand at the head of the table this time. He stood beside Lys. “Pull it from the top again,” he said.

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.

Alessa said with a smile as she looked at him. She turned back to the safe again and stared at it. “Now that we are on the same page, tell me the code to your safe.”

"Is Ashton capable of stopping George's ultimate move?" In the midst of the murmurs, the energy on the stage on Terminus Cliff gradually settled. Those present held their breath, their hearts pounding, as they waited for the outcome. Cassian even rose to his feet, his expression frigid and his hands tightly clenched. A gust of wind swept across the stage. George was lying in a pool of blood. The spiritual energy he had accumulated surged uncontrollably, further ravaging his body. He kept bleeding profusely, leaving him soaked from head to toe. There was virtually no undamaged skin on his entire body, and his breathing had become nearly non-existent. He, however, still smiled faintly, as if s

Cabinet. -You know, I got cold. Maybe you have something around here that ... -I open the closet door and everything happens very quickly. Scott yells a loud "Noo!" Which I listen to in slow motion, like in the movies. And a large, muscular body falls on top of me, knocking us both to the ground. I open my eyes that I was squeezing shut and see Azael's face right in front of mine. -Good morning, baby- he says with a mocking smile. I notice he's shirtless and I can't help but blush like a tomato. His arms are each on one side of my body.

Music stopped. Everyone turned. Jayden had risen to his feet. His **Beta aura surged violently**, dominance rippling across the room like a powerful wave. His eyes burned gold. Locked directly onto the two figures standing close together. Tessa. And Jared. The room froze in shock. —————— The word shattered the room. “Mine.” For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then whispers erupted across the hall. “What—” “The Beta—” “Tessa?” The murmurs spread like wildfire.

"Give us time." ​The meal was a blur of delicacies that tasted like ash. I wasn't eating; I was working. Under the table, my hand was resting on Julian’s knee, and I could feel the tension in him—a coiled spring ready to snap. But more than that, I could feel the Medusa code humming in my blood, reacting to the sheer density of the hardware buried in the walls of the Aegis. ​I closed my eyes for a split second, letting the grey static bleed into my vision.