Shadow Paladin Cardfight Vanguard Novels & Stories

Tiffany covered her mouth with an exaggerated gesture, laughing as if she'd just heard the world's funniest joke. "You want me to pick it up? Who do you even think you are?" She leaned in close, lowering her voice to gloat. "Truth is, I'm already carrying Lucas' pup. Everyone knows the mother of his pup holds all the cards. "Forget smashing your crappy phone. Even if I kicked you out right now, Lucas wouldn't say a single word against it." With that, she pulled a gold card from her bag and waved it right in front of my face. It was Dark Shadow Group's highest-level privilege card. This card carried the same authority as the Alpha himself, and there were only three in the entire group.

Skylar said, his voice filled with contempt and disgust. As soon as those words left his mouth, an intense aura erupted from his body. Buzz! In the next second, Skylar waved his right hand, blasting out a mass of energy enveloped in a shape of a palm — the Shadow Palm. As the palm trailed by, it devoured everything that stood in its way, leaving the path behind completely distorted. It was utter destruction! In an instant, Neil's face turned grave. The frivolous expression he once carried disappeared. At once, he channeled all his internal energy into the spine of his sword, attempting to overpower the Shadow Palm.

Leading the charge was a hulking Vanguard General carrying a dark-silver warhammer that hummed with anti-mana energy. "Kill the villains!" roared the General, his voice booming out of his iron helmet. The Primarch offers ten thousand gold pieces for the head of the Sun Queen! In an instant the courtyard turned into a bloody chaotic battlefield. Claws met black silver, shadow magic battled anti-mana fields, and the desperate roars of shifters bounced off the high granite walls.

The Republic Cardinal of Light, a Paladin possibly hailing from the temple of Radiantus the god of Light, and the last figure possibly being a Silvan elf slave, was common, considering the Republic was at war with the wood elves of the Forest north of the republic. He had to be on guard, as the Cardinal of Light was known to be capable of level 5 magic. Francis ordered the Wight Knights to stay alert, telling them to keep some distance around him to protect him.

It was his most skillful elite force and officers that he had trusted for over a couple of decades. The upper grand is composed of six strong and skillful paladins; Silver, Winter, Walter, Aetos, Lupus and Albedo. While the lower grand is composed of the high-ranking soldiers and mages; Hamlet, Rebecca, Tempo, Erythro, Nemesis and Wyre.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

A wall of black shadow erupted behind us, catching a volley of iron-tipped ballista bolts mid-air and shattering them into splinters. Emerging from the fog at the edge of the clearing was the Imperial Vanguard—a full battalion of two hundred heavily armored iron-clads, flanked by four mounted siege engines. At their head rode General Kaelen himself, draped in silver plate armor adorned with the crest of the Royal Court. "Commander Vane was a fool, but he bought us enough time," Kaelen shouted, his voice amplified by Imperial magic. "Crossbows! Open fire! Tear the Alpha and the girl apart before the ritual completes!"

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

Some whispered, “They are untouchable. None survive their wrath.” Vanguard’s gaze swept the hall. “Tonight you learn obedience. Tomorrow, loyalty will be demanded. Fail us, and you fail Palermo itself.” Enzo muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “This is chaos.” Lucia’s voice was cold. “This is power.” From the corner of the room, a shadow shifted. A blade flew from the darkness, aimed at Vanguard’s back. Reflexively, he twisted, deflecting the weapon with a flash. The man who had thrown it staggered, mouth open in shock. Vanguard’s blade met his chest, and he collapsed, lifeless.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."