Rivalz Code Geass Novels & Stories

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

Lyla’s silver gaze burned. The rival’s amber gaze sharpened. "It doesn’t," Lyla said. Her claws drove toward his chest. A sharp pulse of dark energy tore through the clearing. The rival’s breath hitched And then his body crumpled beneath her hands. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s breath steadied barely. His amber gaze burned toward her. "You think you’ve won?" the rival’s voice was low and cold. Lyla’s silver gaze burned. "No," Lyla said. "Not yet."

Neither of them said another word until they were in the elevator, shoulders almost brushing, the scent of last night still clinging to both of them like evidence. The doors opened to the lobby. Jax stepped out first. Ronan followed. And just like that, they were back in the real world—two rivals with a secret that could burn everything down.

He paced for a few seconds, looking like he was about to explode, before leaning on the desk in front of me. "Little mate," he said, his dark eyes piercing. "Who are you?" I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? You know who I am." "Answer the question." "I'm Raven. An Omega from the Inker pack." "Is that all?" he challenged. I stuttered, trying to find words. "I don't hear you saying that you are mated to two powerful Kings," Valen said, his voice dropping to a growl. "I don't hear you saying that you might have a mage heritage that would make most Alphas tremble."

"We have to disrupt the link! If we don't break that connection right now, he’s going to be part of the Spire’s architecture forever! He’ll be a gargoyle in a golden cage!" "Zora, look at the basement feed! Look at the sub-level diagnostics!" Jago shouted back, his voice cracking. He pointed a shaking finger at a flickering, grainy screen near the service hatch. "The signal from the Vault... the one we thought was just a glitch... it’s not just a pulse anymore. It’s a sequence. It’s a Lagos-code, Zora. The one we used to use back in the 'Rust-District' when the sirens were blaring."

The bright neon lights from the canopy illuminated her face perfectly. Killian’s breath hitched in his chest. Valerie. "Sir, don't get close!" the assistant warned instantly, panic rising in his voice. "Remember your condition! You can't touch anyone, it will trigger the reaction! Let me call security—" Killian ignored him entirely. A strange, powerful urge overrode his every survival instinct. He reached down, grabbed the edge of his right glove, and ripped it off, throwing it into the rain. Then, he tore off the left.

The morning air on the battlefield did not carry the scent of pine or damp earth; it carried the coppery, stifling tang of impending extinction. The field was a roiling tapestry of chaotic violence. Rival packs, their fur matted with gore, clashed with the remnants of Aziel’s loyalists, while coven-trained assassins wove through the fray, their hands sparking with unstable, violet magic. At the epicenter of this maelstrom stood Aziel and Lior, back-to-back, their forms blurred by the sheer kinetic energy pulsing between them. They were no longer just an Alpha and an omega; they were a singular, living storm.

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast