Vanguard Card Game Clans Novels & Stories

"Prospera Corporation actually has a billion dollars yet to be recovered because the debtor is Lucent Realty. And the owner of that company, Clive, belongs to one of the Great Four Warrior Clans—the Loders." "The Great Four Warrior Clans?" Jennifer echoed in surprise. "Yes, they are one of Mirage City's most deeply hidden forces, far more influential than the Titans and Tiger Faction," Duncan explained. "The clans are Mirage's four oldest families, known for their combat prowess. "According to rumors, each family has dozens of Aflon Grandmasters and several Bathos Grandmasters watching over them. Their strength is profound. Unlike Mirage's Titans, who change every few years, these clans are

“Consecutive Duels are more popular than Solitary Duels, but there pale in comparison to Team Duels. With Consecutive Duels, each clan presents 5 representatives to fight it out. There would be 5 1v1 fights, and the clan that racks up the most victories, which is usually 3 out of 5 wins, is declared the victor. The duel we are going to partake in, is exactly this type of duel. In such duels, the last match is seen as the main event, and the others are merely a build up to those matches.” Jack smiled faintly as he listened to Davies’ explanation. The reason for his hidden smirk was simple. Davies had unknowingly included himself as a part of their clan. The man himself didn’t realise it, but

Lyra stood by the window, arms crossed. “We have a problem,” Elena said without preamble. Gareth nodded. “The northern clans.” Mara looked up, eyes red-rimmed but clear. “They hate the Veylar line,” she said. “Always have. Aldric spent years convincing them we were a threat.” Elena leaned on the table. “How many?” Gareth sighed. “Three major clans. The Ironfang, the Silvermaw, and the Bloodpeak. Combined, maybe four hundred warriors.” Kael spoke for the first time.

23% ------ Rank 7 - Clan Gaia (189.01 B) Change - 5.4 B | -23.23% ------ Rank 8 - Sun Eagles (188.39 B) Change - 3.9 B | +7.23% ------ Rank 9 - Nefarious Legacy (187.22 B) Change - 3.1 B | -1.23% ------ Rank 10 - Bone Wolves (180.39 B ) Change - 1.1 B | -15.23%

Clashing of Clans He’d never been on a plane before. He stood silently, his hair falling into his eyes and watched the different planes taxi down the runway. He was aware of the woman standing behind and to his left watching him. He ignored her. He waited. He abided his time by losing himself in the progression of the dance each plane seemed to be engaged in. He succinctly conjectured whether or not JFK was always this busy or if sometimes it slowed down. He watched the reflections of strangers as they passed by, the planes momentarily omitted from his deliberations. He still looked for them. In every adult he saw, he still looked. He shook his head, unkempt bangs falling over his closed eye

"I barely pushed! I didn't mean to break your flow!" Nia sat up, shaking her head, a breathless, awestruck laugh escaping her lips. "Mother’s grace, Mwajey. It felt like hitting a mountain. Don't apologize. You didn't break us; our mana just... gave out." Mwajuma frowned, her thick brow furrowing. Her high Battle IQ was analyzing the interaction, and the math was fundamentally wrong. These were the Vanguard. They were the absolute elite, the women who defended the Canopy Gates against the hulking, mana-dense abominations of the Savage Wilds. Their physical technique was flawless. Their discipline was absolute.

Mine are still vibrating from the slap I gave my sister. "The game hasn’t just changed, Stella,", Zane says. "It’s finally leveled out. You’ve been the pawn. It’s time you played for the winning side." He pulls a sleek, black card from the console. A stylized silver hawk. Vanguard Global. "Luca thinks he’s the only one who can move markets,", Zane continues. The neon lights reflect the seriousness in his eyes. “Vanguard is the only rival that’s made Dèvon&Co. hurt. I’ve been a Senior Partner there for two years. Under the radar. We don't just invest. We dismantle."

An annual meeting where the winner of 'the last supper's is inucted into a house is called the Deck of cards. They had one leader, the Lord of cards, Alan Poza. He was termed 'the wild card', meaning that he could play at random and held the veto power to eliminate any head of house or save them, at will. As much as they were the deadliest creatures to ever walk the face of the Earth, whoever belonged to Vendetta, had brought his or her family to an unending light, a life fit for royalties. They had cards that each family that had a member there used to get into even the highest secured locations. On presenting the Vendetta card, even the president would think twice before joking with them b

Sienna said. "No. It isn't. But I don't think fairness is really the currency boardrooms deal in. I think I've known that for a long time and just didn't want to admit how much of my life has been shaped by trying to survive a game with those particular rules." "You survived tonight." "Barely," he said. "And only because enough people on that board still believe in what I'm trying to build, which is more than I expected, honestly, given the week we've had."

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