Who Wrote Code Geass Novels & Stories

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.

"Kaima. Your 'World-Building' was a violation of the 'Terms of Service.' You have accumulated a 'Debt' of 500,000 Narrative Credits. Please surrender the remains of the 'Master-Key' for liquidation." "She's a 'Reaped'!" Rowan yelled. "They’ve turned the Librarian into a machine!" "Oh, she’s much more than a machine," Julian said, stepping close to me. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "She’s the 'Source Code.' Kaima, the Author didn't write the world. She did. And now, she’s going to help us 'Fix' the ending you tried to break." He looked at the two broken pieces of the pencil in my hand.

" The morning light shifted slowly across the high windows. Silver-grey bar by silver-grey bar. First to third to fifth. The temperature in the room dipped beneath Silas's ash pheromones. It edged back up as Rex's rekindled flames licked the stove. Aurelius had made the coffee too sweet. He would not admit to the extra spoonful of honey. Cain's fingers tapped against his sword hilt. The rhythm perfectly matched Silas's recitation of the Code. What Elias wrote in his notebook were not notes. They were lines of medicinal formulas. Every one bore her name as a base ingredient. Outside the window, the grey wolf's tail swept across the floor. Once. Again. Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one

“Yes. First, stop calling me Mr. Hale every time. My name is Cassian. Just Cassian.” I nodded shyly. “Okay… Cassian.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and looked straight at me. “Did you write those codes and algorithms in the file that was on your bedside drawer?” I widened my eyes in surprise, acting as if I had been caught doing something naughty. “You saw that? I… I saw online that you were developing that new AI model but seemed stuck. So, out of boredom and fun, I decided to try writing the missing part. I didn’t know you were going to see it. I’m sorry if it caused any harm or confusion.”

[I'm afraid to tell you that I was not able to comprehend the context of your question. Nathaniel lowered his head, as if mimicking the expression of the caller. "Wait, you are the one who created Evangelion?" I asked. Mr. Nathaniel gave me a quick nod, indicating the caller's affirmation, [I would prefer if you call me The Developer, although, technically, I was assisted through Divine Providence, if you know what I mean. I was currently calling as I cannot actually go there myself in the risk of being harmed.] "I see, you were worried I might kill you…"

"Who actually wrote that system?" "Abby wrote it! She wrote all of it!" Cathleen broke down completely, spilling every last secret. "I don't know how to do anything! She wrote all the code! I just put my name on it! Dad, please, save me!" The truth was out. The shareholders' expressions shifted from anger to pure, undisguised contempt. The so-called genius girl was nothing but a fraud. A complete and total fake. And Gary had thrown out the real technical core for this empty-headed impostor.