Rakshata Code Geass Novels & Stories

The other still had not spoken. I crossed the room. Hayate’s boots struck the floor behind me. “Raiken.” “The case is pressure-sealed.” “That isn’t what worries me.” I entered the security code. The glass cover released with a soft hiss. Cold air rolled over my hands. The temperature in the gallery dropped so quickly that my breath became visible. Hayate moved closer. A scar cut through his right eyebrow and disappeared into his hairline. Under the blue light, it looked almost silver. “Tell me you feel that,” he said.

Occasionally, the SESOS will kill a criminal on the spot if they continue to run or if they attempt to resist arrest and they are usually quite brutal about it. The man attempts to run but he’s no match for the speed and prowess of the SESOS. They quickly run him down and beat the living shit out of him on the ground right next to us with batons. My stomach churns at the gruesome scene and cracking sounds of the batons meeting flesh. I look away from the sickening sight and look to Tessa for comfort. Her eyes are fixed on the gruesome sight, but she looks… unaffected. Almost BORED by the sight. As if this is just a normal part of her everyday life. I get that feeling again. The one from the

Because Marcus needed to hit something. The first sentinel struck the certainty-field and stopped. Not slowed. Stopped. Marcus's Guardian bloodline, translated into the Source Code as a sphere of absolute physical law, was the antithesis of the sentinels' cutting-songs. Their code tried to disrupt reality. His shield said reality is non-negotiable.

The screen flashed with mocking symbols and a progress bar showing the data extraction in real time, accompanied by taunting messages from foreign hackers. "What—what do I do?! I don't know how to handle this!" Her voice cracked as she stared helplessly at the screen. "It's over," Julian muttered, his voice hollow. "It's all over." Watching the data drain away, he swayed unsteadily, realizing just how doomed he was. In desperation, his gaze fell on me, standing calm and composed to the side. A spark of hope flickered in his eyes as he yanked me toward the computer. "Skye! You know this stuff—you can fix it, right?"

“The day has not come when you need help. I will be watching from my quarters. I am casting the barrier spell from there. Asher, The Warrior Guardian, is a taker of lives. I don’t want mine to be next.” He pulled Marina close to him so he could see the truth in her eyes. “Coward! So that’s it then? Put the barrier up and hide in your quarters till it’s done?” She looked away from him. Legarde releases his grip. “Then, why agree to this?” “Those are my orders, my Lord commands it.” “Get the barrier up on my signal.” Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator.

Once more, the violent guard speaks. “It’s a shame. I was hoping to see the gash more.” The thought roams both of their minds for a moment before both share a laugh among men. Finally, Jarv escorts Gardax out of the pathway of the block then leading to the middle of the bass steel of a prison. Salavanta closely watches Gardax leave from the room with the information she said but now it all looks so hopeless like the man is her finally hope for her goals and what she said meant absolutely nothing to him. The pain from the shock still courses through her body like a rampaging fire setting ablaze to all her organs simultaneously. Even with all the pain that surges through her flesh, she remains

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.

He raised his arms, and a low, guttural chant escaped his lips. The wind picked up, swirling around him in a vortex of dark energy. The high-ranking Ashkais responded, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. They were over thirty of them. "Hear me today," Rashka's voice boomed, carrying over the din of battle, "I bestow upon you the kiss of death. With this kiss, you become invincible. Fear not death, for it is your ultimate weapon." As he spoke, he moved through the ranks of his army, touching each ranking warrior on the forehead. With each touch, the Ashkai let out a blood-curdling scream, their bodies convulsing before returning to their feet, their eyes burning with an even more inte

Derek stood beside him, his expression torn between resistance and resignation. The runes underneath them flared to life; their light pulsed with an otherworldly cadence. The air filled with energy, and a thin, faraway heartbeat grew louder in the courtyard. "Kyrexi," Cida intoned, "We call upon you to bridge realms. Awaken your chosen, grant us strength to reshape this world. Derek doubled over, a guttural cry escaping his lips. The golden light in his eyes intensified, spilling out to envelop his entire body.

"Tank, Jax, you take the heavy iron and shatter their frontline! Reaper, Sienna, keep the gun-ships off our backs! Reyes, you and the Commander protect the Code-Born!" Dax locked eyes with me. "Ghost. You ride with me. I'm taking you straight to the center of the world." I swung my leg over the Sovereign, pulling my bandana over my nose. The Origin-Code in my veins flared to life, syncing with the steady, pulsing heartbeat of the engine beneath me. "All units!" Dax roared, dropping his visor. "Drop the hammer!" The Iron Wolves poured over the ridge like an avalanche of iron and fury. The final battle for the earth had begun.