Vanguard Card Game Clans Novels & Stories

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

That is, several weaker clans. Ruling: Northern clan and Southern. Minor: Eastern and Western. We, the "Night Shadows", are just the same Western clan and directly obey the Northern clan, and the Eastern - Southern. There was a time when the Rulers fought among themselves, involving our clans in this struggle. The war was over territory. We - the Secondary Clans - never rushed to power. We knew that we could not match the Ruling Clans in strength. Yes, and we had enough of what we already had. And our Western clan very friendly coexisted with the Eastern. Imagine our surprise when the Ruling Northern Clan announced, "The Southern Clan is our enemy! The Eastern Clan obeys it. Which means the

Magus shook his head. “Why not?” “Draw too much attention. There’s many that’d hunt him.” “Because he’s the original?” “Because he’s sired so many guardians.” “What are they?” “Wolves that his partners agreed to mother in order to protect different forests.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Magus gave me a quick look. “Never of Wrath? Rage? Or Turmoil? Or…Chaos?” “No…” I slowly shook my head. Seeing that Magus thought me quite silly for knowing nothing of these guardians.

"Decided to join the commoners, Cole?" "Is there a problem?" Cole’s voice was ice. Mason took the hint and started dealing the cards. In the Alpha’s Gambit, the one who holds the 'High Moon' card can command any two players to perform a task. If they refuse, they must drink a 'Silver-Slayer'—a cocktail so potent it could floor a Berserker. In the first round, a wolf named Jack held the Moon. He commanded a kiss between a hideous brute named Bob and Mason’s latest fling.

I gave it to them. A rogue faction from the northern forest agreed to merge under my banner. Exiles with nothing to lose are the most useful kind of soldiers. And the vampires… I smile faintly at that. The Viremont clan had been isolated for years, clinging to old rivalries and older grudges. But power recognizes power. They do not care for wolf politics. They care for survival and leverage. I offered both. Shared territory access in exchange for information networks and reinforcement in the event of open conflict.

Then the wizard revealed the full truth, the tale that began it all, the secret that had shaped everything since the very beginning. Long ago, the Bloodthorn and Silverfang clans were not enemies. They were one, a powerful tribe known as the Moonstone Clan, led by Alpha Thorne and his beloved mate, Luna Seraphina. They ruled together with wisdom and strength. But their joy was incomplete. Seraphina bore many daughters, but no son to inherit Thorne’s title. The future of the pack’s leadership remained uncertain.

“So what does that mean, Lord Alvitir? We can’t enter?” From how she spoke and how nervous Lord Alvitir looked, it was clear she was someone important. He’d probably rather eat grass than upset her. “She’s a princess,” Fjall whispered. Mordeu nodded. That explained a lot. The elves and vampires were ruled by royalty. The witches had a Coven—a group of seven powerful witches who all shared power. The wolves had no ruler. But three clans had risen during hard times, and people respected them. They weren’t served, but they were honored. These were called the Three Major Clans: House of Stregobor, House of Balor, and House of Alvitir.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!

"Damn this mouth of mine!!" Maybe it's because of his current situation or maybe it's the fruit of his lack of socialization, the effort of making Erin comfortable dies instantly. Rather than seeing her happy face, a shadow of sadness is now lingering on her face as Edward peeks at her a bit. "The Count Lord Rowan Robello belongs to the Vlad Clan. It's a clan of pure vampires who are very serious about protecting their lineages. Even if it means they need to marry among the relatives. And that means an outsider is completely restricted. Even if it's an impure vampire...they are not allowed!" Edward's stern voice floats around the room when he describes everything in a go. " Let's put an end