Novel & Cerita Cardfight Vanguard Decks List

The ink-black film of his alpha instincts surged across his eyes, fighting the localized shock as the dead nerves in his left arm were violently torched by the forge's ambient core. Behind us, at the lip of the moat, the first three Council Vanguard stepped into the light. Their crimson-and-gold armor shimmied violently under the magnetic strain, the iron plating groaning as the lodestone anvil pulled at their joints, but their heavy, broad-bladed shortswords remained locked in their gauntlets. They didn't cross the liquid brass; they began to circle the perimeter, their featureless iron visors tracking us like wolves at a fence.

His warrior name, Lukan Vale, is beautifully etched across the front in a shiny, molten gold font. "Purchase whatever weapons, gear, or garments your wolf desires. There is absolutely no resource limit on that account," I explain. "No limit on the card's funds, or no limit for my body?" he asks, a devious spark returning to his eyes. "Both. My beast commands more pack wealth than your line could spend in five entire lifetimes, little wolf. Purchase whatever your spirit desires, darling." He taps the gold-etched metal playfully against the stone counter and flips the card around in his fingers. "A month ago, my wolf would have stated that this card would fix every single broken piece of my li

Just as I had suspected. "And that is not the only good news." Uncle Matthew continued. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Watson family is a legendary family. We have seen downfall, but we never lost our identity. Our family stood unshaken through every hardship, and we emerged stronger each time. And now, it is a matter of absolute pride that our family is going to form an alliance, in the form of marriage, with the most influential family in Purple City.... My niece, Oindrila Watson, will be married to Mr. Andreas King." It took me a few seconds to process his words. And when I finally realized what had been said, I felt as though my brain had stopped functioning.

“We are supposed to discuss the delta invasion by the masked men, and also make final plans on the voting for the new Master, which currently have votes leading in this order’ I opened the little envelope one of the lords to my right had gracefully slid to my side and the numbers got stuck in my throat. I looked around the table and every eye was focused on me now to share the results, even Grego and Helen had paused in their little chitchat to listen to the scores. ‘Lord Marcos Antonio, leading with eight points. Lord Vicenzo, seven points, and Lord Lucio,’ I looked around the table again, wishing my failure couldn’t be so evidently displayed.

“Vanguard is very strong as you already know, so we use them as our frontline, they presently make up the strongest warriors. Vanguard’s receive rigorous training every day and are trained to penetrate and break through enemy lines. In other words, they’re the spearhead in any offensive.” I followed Marcus to the innner barracks where the three different units trained and I watched as the Vanguard practiced and training under the harsh heat of the sunlight, some of them saw me and saluted me immediately and I waved at them in return greeting. Marcus touched my hands and continued, "The Phalanx is our defensive core, they’re mighty and they do not smile with anyone at all as you already know,

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!

As for Shira and Xena he was going to deal with them mercilessly so that next time they were not going to mess with him. He couldn't blame Arwen as she was a nice girl to be a demoness, she had to be sharp if not she was going to be toyed with and received blames on her. Jared glanced one more time around the place and then he disappeared without telling anyone again just like he did like last time. Just after he disappeared Cory appeared as soon as he was gone. He eyed the throne ‘ soon I will take over your throne Dracula, just watch me ’ he said in his mind.

With Zephyrus too busy fighting almost fifty blood-thirsty creatures, I knew I had to fight my battle now. “Stop right there!” I screamed at her in panic, looking for an avenue to escape. “Don’t be afraid, Lena. It will hurt once. Let me feast on your young blood. I will gain so much power!” chuckled Evelyn. “Not so easily!” said Ikiaq as he let in an army of almost two hundred strange creatures into the place. They all looked familiar, but I couldn’t recall where I had seen them.

No one had ever heard of a third DelValle child. And now, another heir was suddenly being introduced before the entire nation. Naturally, everyone became even more eager. “So, ladies and gentlemen,” Lucas continued confidently, “I want this clearly written in tomorrow’s headlines.” He leaned slightly forward before gesturing toward the family seated beside him. “Starting today, two DelValle brothers—together with our princess’s prince, of course, Darvid Montereal—will stand together in leading this empire.” Lucas turned toward his family and smiled proudly.

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.