Vanguard Card Game Clans Novels & Stories

“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

For the first time since the battle, the room felt warm. Safe. Normal. At least somewhat. --- Then Vladimir entered. His expression was grim. Immediately, everyone became serious. The advisor bowed. "My king." "What is it?" The older vampire swallowed. Then answered. "Scouts have returned from the northern territories." The room grew quiet. "The werewolf clans are moving." Lucien frowned. "How many?" Vladimir's face paled. "All of them." Silence. Absolute silence. Even the queens looked shocked. Because there were dozens of major clans.

A vicious look, full of anger, flashed on Chloe’s face. “Victor’s kingdom, Arthur. It is Rivera,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “They flow in an order, Arthur,” Chloe snapped. And she raised her hand and spoke as she formed a pyramid in the air with her finger, “On top lies the clan of Keats, where the magic streams. And after them is the clan of Collins, where strength comes. Their neighbor is clan Yash, men of who are honest and just. Then comes clan Martin, clan Jones and clan Brown – they are filled with brave soldiers, whom you could never bring down. Then comes the clan Keplins, clan Rivera, and clan Lapiz – they are the meanest, the shrewdest, and the worst. Challenge them and you

Blake, on the other hand, crossed his legs and raised an eyebrow. "You know that each pack is made up of a different clan, don't you?" he asked. "Here in The Land of the Wolf or better known to the west as the north, there are so -called 8 legendary clans. The Aurumn, Magnus, Orcas, Melodia, Charmy, Ignite, Merman and Doldrums clan . . . " "Why haven't I found a book about that?" Aikee groaned. Blake immediately scolded him. "Can you ask later?"

Vanguard? My breath hitched. Air trapped in my lungs. I forced myself to take shallow sips of oxygen. The Unit Vanguard was the Lugal’s personal death squad. They didn't hunt scavengers. They hunted high-value targets. Traitors. Rogue Ensi. Why were they in the Dregs?

“The pack has rules. If he breaks them again, I’ll deal with him myself.” “You may not have the luxury of waiting for him to break the rules,” Nigel said grimly. “He’s gathering allies. Wolves who are tired of playing by the rules. If he gains enough support, it won’t matter what the rules are.” James’s green eyes burned with fury, the predator in him rising to the surface. “Let him try.”

Striding into the hall with three men in black, he reveled in the shock written all over Vandalf and Alice's faces, his grin widening. "You think that ragtag bunch could disrespect us? Oh, my dear cousin, my sweet niece, you're so adorably naive!" Dead. They were all dead, were they not? Vandalf's body shook as he stared at the three men in black behind Virle, feeling a chilling dread settle in his heart. The clan's armed guard. Emblazoned on their chests was the hummingbird emblem, the ancient and revered symbol of the Ayr clan, dating back six centuries.