Shadow Paladin Cardfight Vanguard Novels & Stories

They are resistant towards any kinds of magic, even those wielded by fairies and were therefore only used in major battles. When the Shadow Rune Pack made an alliance with the vampire clans’ strongest kingdom, the Apricus Kingdom, the use of blessed relics had been ceased. Therefore, if these wounds were really inflicted using blessed relics, it must mean that someone high up in the Talandor Kingdom must really be helping rogues… The only other person who may have the capacity to use these relics was Count Claude Jeteris. Was it possible that Count Jeteris wasn’t as innocent as Kaist and I had thought initially?...

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

The cold and thin hair barely affected him as he dived into the crowd of harbingers, transforming into his Paladin form just before reaching the ground. “Dance of the Paladin.” He ran past them in a flurry of movement, stepping between them quickly and slashing through their chests. They dropped to the ground, save for one, smaller than the rest. It floated in the air, as if sizing up its opponent. It stretched its hand out and an orb appeared in it, it was small and purple, pulsating softly. The orb hovered in the hands of the harbinger for a while before it swung its hands around, the orb releasing a wide arc of energy. Willow dodged effortlessly, entering the blind spot of the harbinger.

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.

It created a perfect crossfire. "Jinx," Ren tapped his comms. "The Vanguard boss will have an energy shield. Just like the Inquisitor, but exponentially stronger. Small arms fire will bounce right off it." "I'm already in the factory's experimental R&D manifest," Kara replied, the sound of her rapid typing echoing over the channel. "This place doesn't just make bullets, Ren. They design them. I found a pallet of prototype EMP-tipped high-explosive rounds in Sub-Level 2. They're designed to disrupt heavy mech shielding."

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.

Her smile widened. "Besides, horses are loyal creatures. Ethan DelValle is even more loyal than that." Belle looked Sylvia up and down. "So tell me honestly... do you think you ever had even the slightest chance?" For the first time, Sylvia's composure visibly cracked. "I can ruin you whenever I want," she snapped. "You're nothing but an opportunist who crawled her way into a powerful family. Without the DelValles, you'd be nobody." Belle simply smiled. "And yet here I am."

"It's time we finish this." Jumping at each other the two fought with their scythes flashing as they hit each other emitting sparks. Ruby. Could she get her back? Holly focused as hard as she could. She tried to remember everything she could about the reaper but her mind swam instead. Both the reaper and the Fate were blocked from her mind. "Holly, I've got this, just kill the Sin," Angel ordered. His black and golden magic kept lighting up the area as he hurled energy balls at our enemies. "Until one dies none of this will end."

"See, Elena? No one would ever choose a cold, heartless woman like you. Give it up." His certainty churned my stomach. Then, from the back of the hall, a deep voice rang out, "I will." Every head turned. Kael stepped forward, each stride steady and commanding. The strongest warrior of the Black Moon Pack—silent, formidable—now stood at my side, his presence dominating. Victoria's eyes widened in outrage. "Kael, do you even know what you're saying?" "I know exactly what I'm saying. Elena is the purest bloodline of Silver Creek. She deserves protection, not the chains of false morality."