Rakshata Code Geass Novels & Stories

It was forgettable by design, the kind of vehicle people glanced at and immediately forgot, the kind that didn’t leave an impression in memory or magic. Asa sat in the back seat, hood up, hands bare in her lap. No weapons visible. No jewelry. No signal emitters. Gaya had insisted on warding her skin directly—sigils woven so subtly into muscle and bone that even a supernatural scan would register nothing more than static. “You’ll feel smaller,” Gaya had warned her quietly while pressing her forehead to Asa’s. “That’s how you know it’s working.” She did.

I had already called him earlier when I got back to the pack house after meeting with my parents, so hopefully, he’s already had his own patrols on the lookout. “On it.” Cayden replies and I know in my gut that he was already calling the number without my having to tell him. Again, always connected. “Let me guess. Vampires?” Raul asks, waiting patiently until he could tell that I was done mind linking my ranked members, and easily keeping pace with me while we continue running to the southern border. “I mean, I’m still hopeful that it could be something else, but…yeah, vampires.” I tell him just as I hear Tasha’s voice in my mind link.

It was frantic, raw, filled with desperation. “The eye!” Alisa’s scream cut through the darkness like a beacon. We turned, spotting her running toward us, dodging through the falling debris and chaos of the battle. “The eye! Get the eye! It’s on his body! That’s why he’s immune!” The words struck us like a bolt of lightning. The *eye*. I glanced back at the Overlord, his sneering face twisted in triumph as he prepared another wave of dark energy. I focused, scanning his body. That’s when I saw it—hidden beneath his cloak, an amulet hung from a chain around his neck. Its dark gemstone gleamed with malevolent power.

she cried, her voice raw, surprising me. My heart wavered—her betrayal still stung, but her act was real. I caught the key, my phone already in hand, hacking the altar’s runes. The key’s energy boosted my hack, the runes flickering, slowing Rhea’s chant. “Nice try,” I growled, my voice steady despite the pain. Gabriel tackled another guard, his claws ripping through fur, blood spraying. “Keep it up!” he shouted, his eyes on me, protective and fierce.

Go, I tell her without words. She doesn’t like it. I see it in the set of her jaw but she moves. That alone tells me how dangerous she actually is. The doors close behind them with a sigh, sealing her out of the room and sealing me in with monsters. Victor Hale takes the head of the table like gravity bends toward him. Same controlled movements, same calm that never reaches his eyes. Scar-face—Jackal lieutenant, name’s Rourke, leans back to his right. Rings sit opposite, fingers heavy with gold, eyes sharp with hunger, and me.

"To be precise, he is the most overly-protective wolf in the multiverse." Scarlett floated down through the broken hull, stepping lightly onto the ruined deck. Dressed in her sleek, midnight-blue combat tunic, the First Weaver looked like a literal goddess of the cosmos. She casually spun her starlight brush in her fingers. "System Command: Revoke," Scarlett whispered. Instantly, every single high-tech Sanguine weapon in the throne room, including the glowing light-saber in Kassius's hand, flickered and died, permanently bricked by the Origin Code.

Kartika stands up with all her might and summons Cakra. “Cakra, please....” She said. Cakra doubtfully looks at her. "I won’t run anymore!" She said in her mind. “LEND ME YOUR POWER!” She screamed. Cakra’s gun appears on his right hand, and it’s glowing blue. Such a glowing shocks him. Cakra shoots that glowing beam to one of them. When it hits him, his body vanishes in a jiffy. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said.

How could I guarantee the souls meant for the afterlife would no longer be detained? "Kaida, duck!" Asher’s frantic warning came far too late. I felt the lash of the Raktabija strike my face with searing impact. Pain lanced sharply through me, and I let out a shrill, shattering scream that made the earth rock more violently than the weight of the beast's chase. **** ASHER

He had snatched a dropped security guard's submachine gun with a speed that made my own enhanced reflexes hum in approval. "Alessia," he said, his voice dropping into a register I hadn’t heard in this life. It wasn't the voice of a lover. It was the voice of a commander. "Close your eyes." "What?" "I’ve spent twenty lives watching you die," he growled, his shoulders expanding, his grip on the weapon turning his knuckles white. "I’ve spent centuries being the 'Catalyst' for your trauma. But they forgot one thing when they coded me." The crowd began to move. Not like people, but like a wave of locusts. They didn't scream; they hissed, a collective sound of static coming from a thousand throats