Rakshata Code Geass Novels & Stories

"I already checked the tag on your dress." "You're a good boy aren't you?" I teased. He shook his head, ignoring the comment as he pointed to the door. "No one knows the key code except me, so there'll be no runners, and no break ins. Got it?" I nodded. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked as an afterthought. "Yeah. It’s just a weird feeling knowing I'm safe." "I wouldn't get use to it," he said, keying in his security code. "I'll be back soon." "Okay." The door swung shut behind him.

“I don’t want to stay here any longer either.” “Whoever gets this rune will depend on their own abilities.” The five living beings around them spoke successively. “If that’s the case, then all of you can join me in this fight. I, Gustav Terrell, am not afraid.” In the central region, Gustav opened his hands, his aura reaching its zenith. He laughed heartily, saying, “You’ll never understand the power of the Quasi Bliss Rank until you attain this level.” At this moment, the five living beings surrounding his body all made their moves simultaneously.

Haku then showed that one side of Haku's eyes gave a red glow, indicating that his Heavenly Eyes sensitivity was finding something that should be important. The Bao brothers frowned a few times as they failed to understand the pupil code in Haku's eyes. Each of Haku's eyes has its own code, such as a leaf-like code which is a sign of the existence of a rare Spirit Plant, a sword-like code which is a symbol of the existence of a rare Spirit Tool and others. "Do you know what that sign means, little brother?" Bao Yin shook his head a few times. “It would be best if we check it out, Big Brother. Haku, activate your Heavenly Eyes to track the whereabouts of that thing!”

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.

“Then explain it. Tell me why you’re haunting me. Tell me what you want!” His eyes darkened further, and his hands clenched into fists. “You think I owe you answers?” he growled, stepping closer. His voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper. “You’re nothing but a vessel. You exist to serve my purpose. You will give me what I want.” “No,” Gaia said, her voice trembling but defiant. “You won’t get anything from me. I won’t let you.” The figure lunged at her, his hand wrapping around her neck with inhuman strength. Gaia gasped, clawing at his arm as her feet left the ground. Her vision blurred, the pressure on her throat unbearable as she struggled to breath.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

KEISHA was exercising and training for an hour now when her phone made a sound. She controlled her breathing and drank some water. She opened the message and it read as follows, "The cooking jar was empty. I have to take out the trash too." Her eyebrows raised, realizing it was Shadow. They formulated their own code words using normal conversation sentences in case they needed to do this in secret. The message decodes, "I miss you. I want to kill him now." Looks like someone is running out of patience.

Being jealous of a being who can have total power over me…I wouldn’t be that stupid. “Not as much as you. I didn’t follow her like a puppy dog around the castle. You did. I can handle it. In the meantime, do everything in your power to stay away from her.” “I will. Trust me.” “Great, now say, fetch Max.” “Fetch Max,” I repeated. At this max zoomed out of my room and reappeared like no time had passed “Take this.” Max handed me a glittering purple vile. “What is it?” I asked.

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.