Fanfiction Code Geass Novels & Stories

Placing a hand on his bicep, I say, “I believe Omega Jonathan has changed it right before he left. If that is the case, we may not have a way out, that is unless you know how to change it again.” Shaking his head, he wiggles out of my grasp and states, “No, I don’t, do any of you?” He glances at each one of us and then Omega Ned speaks up, “I do. Just give me a few minutes before I can change it. If I knew it before, I would have already did it.” Smiling, because he feels needed suddenly, I watch as his fingers type super-fast on the keyboard before he states, “It’s taken care of. The code is 3416.”

Kass prepared the syringe, humming softly as golden stabilizer fluid shimmered inside. “Lena…” Kass said in a quiet, almost tender voice. “You should feel honored. Your genetic code will reshape the future.” Lena glared through tears. “Take the gag off,” Kass said to one guard. He hesitated. “Ma’am, she—” “Now. I want to hear her.” The guard ripped the gag away. Lena gasped for air, voice hoarse. “You can’t do this. You’re insane.” Kass smiled faintly.

He dropped his glass on the table and leaned back into his seat. “I want the codes you have with you,” he said. “Codes?” I asked in confusion. What codes? “Yes. Code. Edward gave you a key code and I want them.” “I don't know what you are talking about,” I said, and saw his eyes go into slits, so I continued. “I don't have the code you want. I didn't even know of any code until now,” “Edward gave his daughter, who is you, the key codes. You have the codes somewhere in your pretty head. You just have to search your brain and remember the codes,” he said.

“It found the original command.” Elara's blood ran cold. “What command?” The network suddenly displayed a single sentence. ORIGINAL CREATOR AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED. Everyone looked at Elara. She stared at the words. Then another message appeared. AUTHORIZATION: JI YUNXI. STATUS: INCOMPLETE. Elara frowned. “What does incomplete mean?” The First Creator's expression changed. “It means you never finished creating yourself.” Elara felt the ground disappear beneath her. “What?” “You created Ji Yunxi.” He looked toward the countless doors beneath the laboratory.

“Umm, what else do you know about Stasia herself. I have been a little mind fucked by Canon’s murder and the fact that my mate is human. But I am beginning to think Stasia is not 100% human.” “I am highlighting a code Canon and I came up with in Germany. So, no one knew what he was really doing. No, I can’t hear you, I can tell by the look on your faces you are mind linking. And that would be my first question. Simple.” She handed the last letter to Marquee.

14 Miaka entered the mating chamber with her betrothed - a mean-looking monster with teeth and claws. He had chosen this form to spite her. She took her wolf form also - a much smaller wolf of silver fur and small teeth. "Please make it fast," she asked, plugging her brain into the main console. The main console connected her into his Eigen code - the code her game ran on. It was connected to her watch also, and she knew that if she could just remove it - the game would end along with her life.

It was still red. I cursed, “Fuck. He changed the codes.” Ava’s shoulders tightened. I saw the fear in her eyes, even though she was trying to hide it. “Let me try something else,” I said, moving closer to the panel again. I typed another combination, but the door remained shut. Cassian wasn’t stupid. If he’d changed the codes, then he’d changed them everywhere. I exhaled and looked at Ava. “Think. Have you ever seen him type anything without thinking? Something he always follows?”

"Feel the pain! Feel me! Don't look at the code!" Kaelor’s weight was a mountain, pinning Aradaa to the cold, shattered floor. The salt of Kaelor’s tears mixed with the blood on Aradaa’s face. He was the Beast, and he was the only thing keeping the God of Code from floating away into the void.

I grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to face me. “Open. The. Door.” Her lips curved. “I can’t.” “Then tell me who can.” She leaned forward, her voice a whisper. “You can.” I froze. “Don’t play games with me.” She held my gaze, unblinking. “I’m not. You’re the only one with access.” “I just tried” “You didn’t use the correct code.” I took a breath. Cold. Slow. Controlled. “What code?” Layla smiled. “The one the other you created.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m