Shadow Paladin Cardfight Vanguard Novels & Stories

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?”

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!

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?...

"This is where the Aethel-Group throws the ideas they can't sell. We aren't even 'Props' anymore. We're just 'Waste-Data.'" --- ### The Fading Knight "I have to find my Rowan," I said, my voice trembling. "He fell in with me. And Leo. And Elara." Draft Four laughed—a dry, paper-thin sound. "If they just fell in, they’re still 'Active.' The Shadow doesn't eat Active characters. It stores them in the **Vault of the Unfinished**." He pointed toward a massive, black tower in the distance. It looked like a giant inkwell, leaking dark fluid into the grey sky.

"Look like it that luck is on my side. You can only guess with card did I draw, is it a lesser or a stronger one. Let's end your agony. The card that I have drawn is Hallgeron." "There is no way. That card was on the end of the deck, the last time I checked!" she was completely broken. All the cards she had in her deck are totally useless, now. There is a small chance that she could win. Hallgeron was the only a world card, with devastating effects, all fire units were useless against it. Their power falls to zero. Maybe, he has fire units too, she thought. I hope it will end in a draw; I can't lose to a shaman. There is no way.

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 year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

His fingers lingered on the edge of the deck, eyes gleaming in the dim light. Jin inhaled slowly. “Who sent those thugs after us?” Vail drew again. Death. Kai let out a low breath. My grip on my arms tightened. The game, if it could even be called that, was slipping into something else—something dangerous, inevitable, like an unseen current pulling us further from shore. Jin’s voice was steady. “Who hired you?” Vail didn’t break eye contact as he pulled the last card. The Hanged Man. For a beat, no one spoke. The image on the card—the bound figure suspended upside down, expression eerily calm—felt like a quiet mockery of the question itself.

“Time to go.” He walked straight past us and aimed for the trees. I stared around me wondering how I’d ended up in the company of so many strange men. Rampage the magical furious barbarian. Killian the black-haired, smokey Warlord. BailaLae the girl of vines, wearing only an armored tunic. Tanya the short fiery brunette barking orders at the other mages. Willow emerged from the castle and the wind seemed to hum. Her energy reaching like fingers as the other sounds seemed to still. Beckoning all eyes to turn to her.