Refrain Code Geass Novels & Stories

Just awareness. And a voice echoed through its heart. A whisper of Mira’s final words, buried in old code: > “If she survives all of us… then she’s not the weapon.” > “She’s the world.”

"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.

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.

She rose, vanishing into silk folds, leaving jasmine echo and warning etched deep. Phone vibrated—Kenji.Penthouse. Now. Strategy session. Elevator code: 4729. No question. Command. Sapphire suit traded tension for armor as I cabbed uptown, Manhattan's veins throbbing below. SatoTech tower pierced clouds, penthouse a glass aerie suspended in storm light.

Something that made even the monsters inside Project Echo seem tame. My fingers hovered over the pad. Damian’s voice came quietly beside me. “If you stall, I kill them. All three, one at a time. I’ll start with the little one.” I closed my eyes and typed in the code. NYX-0XA7-PHI42-OMEGA The vault clicked. A series of mechanical groans echoed through the walls. The doors split slowly, revealing a corridor bathed in sterile white light. I stepped back. Damian turned toward the light, reverent but he was still watching me.

Her reply comes in. Leto: Wait, let me get my laptop....I will figure it out, give me five minutes. I wonder if Tristan is already worrying about my absence, thankfully, this part of the floor is quiet. It seems like the house staff don’t even come to this part of the mansion at all, it makes me wonder what type of secrets they are keeping inside the study. My phone pings. Leto: the code is 3-1-2.

Agent 47 looked at me as if to say No but I didn’t meet his eyes. I closed mine. It was like tearing off a piece of my soul. “Delta… Seven… Omega… Nine… Delta… Three… Xeno…” My voice broke near the end. My palms hit the floor, and I collapsed completely, hands bracing my trembling body. I gave her the code. The code. The fvcking code. Rosita turned slightly, not even all the way, and with the same sick smile, she said softly-- "I believe you… Sweet Fia."

Some of them took it to ease the pain after the injuries they had suffered; others had developed the habit of using the tincture on regular basis and mixed it with anything. Oliver didn't even want to think what else was in there. He clenched the glass with his hand, threatening to break the delicate crystal. Cian patted heavily on the floor and nudged him with his nose. "His name means enduring and distant, by the way. " He heard Callum say "There's a tale?" Oliver approached, placing the glass back on the table. "It says Cian was betrayed. Hah, not much of a surprise so far, right?"

Had I really reached a point where I trusted him that much? Azrael turned it faceup. “Am I allowed to know your code?” Heat instantly attacked my cheeks. His brows creased. “If you don’t want me to have—” “081726.” He typed it in. Then froze. His eyes slowly lifted toward mine. “Wait...is that—” My cheeks burned hotter. His entire face brightened. “August seventeenth, twenty-six.” I suddenly found my strawberries incredibly interesting. “It’s just a code.” “Mina.” He practically whispered my name.