Romans & histoires Cardfight Vanguard Fanfiction

End of flashback***** After reminiscing on the worst day of my life I decided to head out to training and work my anger, guilt, and sadness out on my sparring partner. I am quickly progressing and hoping to one day be the Top Female Warrior of the Rising Ashes pack, that is if I don't find my mate and leave this god forsaken pack.

Purple said and looked at Vance, who was looking at the marble floor while mumbling incoherently, please crossing his fingers. “ and what about that Astrid?” Xian asked, and Purple said, “ she said she doesn't want this bond where Vance doesn't love her. she himself said that and broke up.” “ really ?” Martin asked Vance, who now hurriedly looked at the alpha and nervously nodded, saying, “yes, yes.” “ so Xian. what do you say?” “ what will I say? If you guys are okay, then I am okay,” he said with no emotion.

', he says, holding onto me. "y-yes please", i can't look away this is my second pup, one made from love and not heat and not with a bitch that almost destroyed me. "well....let me just, he moves the wand and smiles, okay alpha you're having a girl", I start sobbing as Vince hugs me and the warriors celebrate around me. A girl we are having a girl I feel Vince hug me tighter and my arms hold him back as I cry cause we are having a girl.

I understood his resolve. We'll just have to wait to see what happens when Raina turns eighteen in a month. Although it was pretty clear that it’s time to get rid of my little brother. The wind-driven rain poured thunderously, which did not stop Vaheed from taking me into this ridiculous brawl that he could not win. "I love her." He gritted with tears in his eyes. "I know, but she's not meant to be yours." I defended in an intimidating tone. Vaheed won't relent. He swung another fist at me. I caught it. My fists cluttered on his face and I put a hole in his stomach.

They are super vampire warriors, and they are not ordinary people. "Trust in Zelda and Eli." Augustus believes entirely in his children and trusts the two children's strength and will. Sharmaine nodded. Zelda jumps into the air, and she uses psychic powers to destroy Nanami Vincent's sea of ​​flowers. She knows this space she and Nanami Vincent can match, Zelda has vampire super warrior strength, but Nanami Vincent is a vampire who lives a long time. There is a difference between them. Nanami Vincent smiled. A deceitful brat dared to provoke her, really stupid.

What a pathetic lie. No matter how badly injured, no Alpha would ever mistake someone else for their fated mate. Unless, of course, they were slipped a lust potion or something similar. Did Kyle really think I was still that naive to fall for any half-baked story he came up with? He was just banking on our "fated bond", using it as a convenient excuse to stomp all over my feelings. "Serene, remember how you said you'd always wait for me—no matter what mistakes I made—as long as I owned up to them? I get it now. I was wrong. I promise I'll cut all ties with Vivian. Can you give me one last chance?"

“It lets you borrow some of my power, and we end up in this symbiotic relationship. You get stronger, and I'm stuck with an evil companion like you for protection. It's not a good deal for me.” But Vivaldi doesn't let up. “This is me being nice, you know,” he says. “I could go after Winter, Scarlett, or anyone they care about. It'd be easy to go on a killing spree in Shadowvale. You haven't been drinking human blood—it'd take a miracle for you to stop me.” My blood starts to boil, and I just snap. I charge at him with crazy speed, claws out, and I stab him right in the chest. But all he does is give me this weird, pained smile and grab my hand with a grip like steel.

“The Heart of Nyx belongs to me.” Clara squared her shoulders, her resolve unwavering. “You’re wrong, Vivian. The Heart isn’t meant for someone like you.” Vivian smirked, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “We’ll see about that.” With a snap of her wrist, Vivian shot a wave of dim energy, the intensity of it shaking the ground exceptionally. Clara retaliated with a burst of light, their powers colliding in an astonishing show. The clash of energies sent shockwaves through the forest, the air crackling with enchantment. Clara felt the strain of the assault, the burden of the prophecy squeezing down on her.

Druida says, winking with a smile. She leads me outside where Cian discreetly is talking to some men in the farthest end of the training yard. She tells me about the place, asking me all sorts of questions about Silvan, our parents and myself. I answer as best as I can, and lie a little with some of them as expected. We need to paint my rivalry with Silvan as the past, and as if I’m just here out of curiosity and kind of adoration of his bravery for leaving our childhood home. She introduces me to rogues, stray vampires, who show me the respect my rank deserves, and we’re actually having a decent time when she all of a sudden shoves me to the ground.

"And then, after the fire... when I was a servant... I used to wait for the laundry shift just so I could smell your shirts. I used to pray for your neck to hurt just so you would call for a massage." She laughed nervously. "I thought it was just a crush. A stupid, servant-girl fantasy. But it never went away. It just got bigger. Until it felt like... like gravity." Oreon stared at her. His eyes were shining. "You prayed for my neck to hurt?" he asked, a wondering smile touching his lips. "Only a little bit," she grinned. Oreon reached up. He cupped her face, his thumbs wiping away a tear that had escaped. "I didn't know," he whispered. "I was so blind. I was so busy trying to be the Alpha,