Fanfiction Code Geass Novels & Stories

“He drank blood?” “He was biting people’s throats out, I don’t think drinking their blood while he was at it is an unrealistic leap, do you?” He asks pointedly. “That’s a good point, and now that you mention it, he’s starting to sound familiar, and I don’t mean because he’s named after an iconic fictional vampire. As for the first victim, I’m pretty sure he is an assassin who went by the Codename Castrati, so named because he was fond of emasculating his male victims and keeping the parts as a souvenir. Or at least I assume so since the appendages were never found." My words make Silas squirm and cross his legs, and I hide my amusement at his discomfort. “I hadn’t seen him at the last Tourna

“Oh, I plan to. Deep inside your little bond, where you’ll never get me out again.” The space trembled as he spoke. Streams of code swirled around him, shaping into weapons, blades of pure light, flickering and fading like dying stars. I stepped forward, shielding Gloss. “You don’t get to touch him again.” “Oh, Dream,” Adrian said softly. “You still don’t understand.” He raised a hand, and the code behind him expanded like wings. “This isn’t about touching him.” He smiled wider, the edges of his face fracturing into static.

“Forever.” He paused. “There’s a code. Called Omega Six. It’s not a virus. It’s a logic virus. A paradox that forces an AI to question its own existence until it collapses.” “Where is it?” “In my head,” he said simply. “But I’ll only share it under one condition.” Alma’s lips tightened. “Which is?” “That you let me deploy it. Myself.” Alma stared into his eyes. For a long moment, she saw no deception. Just a tired man desperate to make peace with his sins.

They were just the first ones to Win. The Assassination Attempt: The Ghost-Code As Elara walked toward the Central Chamber to present their Sovereign Credentials, the air around her began to De-rez. "Elara, move!" Rhys screamed. A Ghost-Code Assassin—a mercenary program that could manifest a physical blade in the real world—stepped out of the shadows of the station’s sub-routine. It was sent by the Junior Architects, the radical faction of the Father’s company that refused to accept the Council’s verdict.

Gard Celestine cleared Andrea's thoughts, as he continued to show Andrea around the lab. He suddenly stopped at three kids whose bodies was attached with many tubes "With the codes in your father's possession, I am going to create millions of perfect humans around the world, and rule the world" Gard Celestine declared maniacally and then burst into laughter. He suddenly stopped laughing and looked Andrea sinisterly, his fiery gaze sent a chill down Andrea's spine as she instinctively stepped back in fright "where is the code?" Andrea clenched her fists and replied "I don't know"

"That's not changing." They kissed-slow, grounding, necessary. --- Inside the neural net, Mirabel reached the vault. Code locked. Pulse-reactive. Lucien appeared beside her like smoke. "You can't unlock what you don't understand." "Maybe not," she said, slamming the code key into the interface. "But I understand you." Lucien lunged. They fought-flashes of light, code shattering like glass. Mirabel took hit after hit but kept pushing. At last, the vault opened.

He agreed without asking for anything in return. "Clear," Denver's voice from the other line. What he meant by "clear" was that he had hacked the Grand Hotel's system and I could walk past the CCTVs that were no longer working. "Thanks. I owe you this one," I spoke softly to him. We can talk through my earing. My left earring is a high-tech microphone so I don't even need to hold a cellphone to talk to him. This is a very safe way to contact the other assassins especially when the mission is not a sole mission but a group.

Erys nodded, as if he was agreeing to something he was thinking. "Okay, so espionage is suspected among Zeus' side. We know who, but he doesn't. So Astrania is going to start using a code for where to go. Naturally which compass direction is going to be the initials of the direction. And the location on the map will be a number. Gates are one, abyss is two, meadows are three, mountains are four. So, E-Four is East mountains. Is everyone clear on the coding?" She drew a diagram and passed it around to be studied. "I also told her to wait a few minutes before telling me where to go, so that it looks like an actual fight. Damien, let's get you properly equipped." "Sweet!" Damien followed his mo

"You think we either surrender the child or watch our Alpha melt." Julian Vane’s eyes widened, his white gloves instantly dropping the digital pen as the glass brief between his fingers began to crack under the sudden, immense sub-sonic frequency vibrating through the soil. "What... what are you doing? There is no third option in the code, Miss Vane!" "There is when you write the code in the mud," I roared. I reached down, my bleeding palm slamming directly onto the face of his glowing glass briefcase, while my daughter let out a deafening, multi-layered cry that hit the valley with the force of an orbital kinetic blast.

He reached back and grabbed my hand. ​The moment our skin touched, the world tilted. It wasn't the agonizing explosion of data from the SUV. It was different now—refined. Because there was no internet to drown us, the "Medusa" code was forced to focus only on us. My vision blurred, then sharpened into a strange, thermal-like overlay. I could see through the floorboards. I could see the heat signatures moving in the dark below us two pulsing, orange ghosts navigating the wine cellar. ​Left flank, Julian’s voice echoed in my skull. He didn't speak; he thought it.