Shadow Paladin Cardfight Vanguard Novels & Stories

I’m back again. The scent of old wood fills the air. The darkness closes in around me. I can feel the rough splinters digging into my palms. I don’t even need to open my eyes to see where I am. I’m inside the cupboard, the same one where everything always begins, on the third floor of the palace tower: the chamber of heirs, which later became the chamber of death. I force my eyes open and press against the tiny crack in the wood. There they are, my brothers, my blood, lined up, trembling, with fear and confusion etched across their young faces, and in the midst of them is Niall.

I walk within the central eye of the vanguard—a strategic retreat Clyde forced upon me before we even cleared the lower gates, and one that my inner wolf grudgingly accepted only because the erratic chill in my veins hasn't fully subsided. The dual-lineage pup is an intense, heavy gravity in my center. It doesn't weaken me, but it changes the physics of my power. When I reach for the Southern Fire, it doesn't rush to my fingertips in a wild, destructive wave; it stays low, a dense, swirling furnace wrapping around my uterus, protecting the embryonic fusion of shadow and flame from the bitter wind of the passes.

So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

Lord Ira: I don't know what you're thinking but there is no way that a human can last a whole week without sleeping even if he has the energy to last the whole journey. - Ban: Okay Done. Yup... These familiars will do.. Lux >> Storm Shadow 'S class' [ Dark Phoenix appearance, air and ground mobility. Rare S class shadow type, Wind manipulation, high air agility and medium ground agility. Strategic combat familiar. 100% immunity to physical attack, 75% spell immunity and 70% evasion rate. Unique shadow skill- Can hide in a caster's shadow only and increase power up in darkness. Unique skill- short distance teleportation.]

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

“But he’s not invincible.” Vendetta’s voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “No, he’s not. Watch closely. I got my eyes on him just like I did to his precious mate” Adolphus roared as his claws raked through the chest of a Shadow Fang warrior, sending the hybrid crashing to the ground in a lifeless heap. Blood splattered across his silver-gray fur, but he didn’t falter. His paws pounded against the forest floor as he spun, slashing through another foe with deadly precision.

What now? “I’m Zarek, Prince of the mystics,” Zarek introduces himself, a calm expression on his face like we aren’t seconds away from certain death. His voice is smooth and detached, like none of this concerns him. Killian slowly lowers his sword, his grip on it not loosening. Instead it tightens, much like the hardened expression on his face. “And what is the Prince of mystics doing here in the human realm? I doubt your visit here is official seeing as I know nothing about it.” And although he’s still talking to Zarek, he holds my gaze. “And what is your fiancée doing in my company, disguised as a human?”

"We just want to be prepared. Know what we're in for." He sighs and runs a hand through his short dark hair. Then he seems to pull himself together and nods his head. " Well, first off, he's a legend for a reason. The worst of the worst. All he cares about is blood." "Blood?" I ask, confused. He nods. "All Thantos cares about is blood. His pack is solely made up of pureblooded, born, wolves." "Wait, I thought he took in all the wolves that bowed down to him twenty years ago. That must've included made wolves."

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

This palm, which was like a matchless divine mountain, easily hit the Genuine Vitality shield of Zephyr Khan. But what surprised Zephyr Khan was! His Genuine Vitality shield was formed by the fusion of gold and fire attributes, and it could even resist the full blow of an ordinary Will expert. But now! The palm print, full of the smell of death, easily penetrated his Genuine Vitality shield. That's right! Just like that, it pierced through the Genuine Vitality shield instead of breaking it! It felt as if Zephyr Khan was using his Genuine Vitality shield to block his opponent's attack!