Cardfight Vanguard Generation Novels & Stories

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.

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

"The vanguard master slot demands a higher tier of ballistic shielding. The aesthetics are absolute perfection." "The ranking is flawless," one of the younger pack enforcers muttered from the back bench, his eyes wide with raw ambition. "My wolf intends to claim that vanguard master slot before the winter cycle concludes." Vicky polished the silver crest on his breastplate, his gold eyes dropping onto the lower-ranking soldiers with pure, aristocratic disdain. "Do your subroutines genuinely register the delusion that any baseline stray can occupy the master frequency?"

“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,

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.

attention of most of the cafeteria. We all stand up and face them head on. The guys set the food down and begin eating their food making sure to set ours aside for when we finish this mess. The other fuckboys come over and stood behind their idiotic friends. Cue eye roll. All of the Syphilis Sisters are standing behind their current fucks trying to be bad. Oh lord they have no fuckin clue who we are. Chad steps up to us trying to be big and bad making me smirk. "Assholes just give up these girls could take down all of you without breaking a sweat" Travis says in between bites "seriously what could they possibly do to us?" I think Alex said "just this" I say as I jab him in the throat while

Tossing my head slightly to the side, Nova steps up and I speak to Darius, “Here’s our Lead, your fighters will be filling for vanguard and mid. I can vest my trust the victory of the first match will be ours?” I test, observing the looks on both their faces. The one with a scar across his forehead and bold black eyes gives an interesting confident vibe that eggs me to nudge his steel exterior for a reaction. He does feel the difference in auras but still holds his footing. ‘Heh, he passes the first round. Let’s see what show he puts for us’ Rex grades haughtily and I look to the other one.

Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

Player#25: Badass general, this loyal soldier is here at your wish. Immortal Yuri: Those Vanguard villains have been so proud these days. General, you have to stick up for me. Mo Xin Er laughed, feeling relaxed before switching on the voice changer. She typed, "Time to loot the fortress. Soldiers, convey at Hell coven WSR 1 in ten minutes." Her fingers danced nimbly on the keyboard, switching the general message interface and a different scene appeared.

"I barely pushed! I didn't mean to break your flow!" Nia sat up, shaking her head, a breathless, awestruck laugh escaping her lips. "Mother’s grace, Mwajey. It felt like hitting a mountain. Don't apologize. You didn't break us; our mana just... gave out." Mwajuma frowned, her thick brow furrowing. Her high Battle IQ was analyzing the interaction, and the math was fundamentally wrong. These were the Vanguard. They were the absolute elite, the women who defended the Canopy Gates against the hulking, mana-dense abominations of the Savage Wilds. Their physical technique was flawless. Their discipline was absolute.