Vanguard Card Game Clans Novels & Stories

The fire had taken. He placed a torn banner at my feet. The emblem was unmistakable—two wolves, crowned, back to back. House Vellore. One of the oldest bloodlines. One of the most brutalized by Sebastian’s purge. Their response had not come in words but in war paint and steel. I signed sharply, my fingers cutting through the air. “Are they with us?” Dorian nodded once. "They’ve called the banners. The Red Cliffs will rise by next moon."

No one had ever heard of a third DelValle child. And now, another heir was suddenly being introduced before the entire nation. Naturally, everyone became even more eager. “So, ladies and gentlemen,” Lucas continued confidently, “I want this clearly written in tomorrow’s headlines.” He leaned slightly forward before gesturing toward the family seated beside him. “Starting today, two DelValle brothers—together with our princess’s prince, of course, Darvid Montereal—will stand together in leading this empire.” Lucas turned toward his family and smiled proudly.

The two forces are in a deadlock at the moment, with neither side giving way. Fane frowned as he asked an important question, "Why did this conflict start? I've never heard of the Unbreaking Pavilion before. To dare to fight against the alliance means they're not a small clan. Since they aren't a small clan, they would never fight against the alliance over a small matter." Rudy nodded and replied, "The Unbreaking Pavilion is an eighth-grade clan in the inner region. There are only a handful of eighth-grade clans in the whole Hestia Continent, so it's one of the strongest clans on the continent.

"It goes by many names, but its most popular one is Ravenside. It is an academy of the four clans, for the four clans.” He gestured vaguely around us. “In the heart of a territory deeper than this." I stepped back, cautiously, just in case I needed to run . "And what exactly are these four clans?" "The Werewolves. The Vampires. The witches. And.... the dragon riders. I am the only shape shifter." My laugh came out, half hysterical. “Werewolves? Vampires? Witches? Dragon riders?” I repeated, like he had just offered me the script of a bad movie plot. “And you’re telling me this with a straight face?”

Nesrin's eyes widened but she didn't question me further and merely nodded her head in obedience. "I understand, Milady." Vad Clan. A clan consisting of individuals who possess strength beyond those of ordinary humans. The only clan that does not have elemental power but can cause harm to an elemental user. A clan that was forced to obey the Imperial Family. If they were to disobey, then they're prepared to lose their heads as a punishment. Vad Clan, the dog of the Imperial Family.

“Let me make it clear again. The Kingdom of Talandor does not recognize the Shadow Rune’s authority, and thus the lands that this clan has given to you cannot be legally recognized as well. “I understand that you hold some claim about the land that smaller clans of your kind had settled in. If you submit a request of claim for these lands and pay the proper taxes, then, we can settle this dilemma,” the count continued. The tension in the air thickened. Count Jeteris’ speech was making things worst. It didn’t feel like a peace talk meeting. It felt like a mock trial aimed to attack the vampire clans. Of course, the vampires were not an easy enemy, and despite the lack of blood in their body,

The war room buzzed with tension, lit by the dull glow of enchanted magical lanterns. Maps of the Eastern vampire territories were spread across the grand table, red ink marking the fallen clans. King Draven stood at the head, his arms crossed over his broad chest, crimson eyes burning with barely contained fury. Around him, his council whispered nervously, exchanging fearful glances. "We must respond swiftly," said Carlos, Draven's loyal assistant. He pointed to the affected regions. "They've struck seven clans already. We can't risk losing the Eastern front."

Claire rolled her eyes and then left the room, I smirked and took a deep breath, looking at the PC screen on. “Should I be concerned?” I heard Hyperion's question in jest. “Oh no… I only kill virtual people. It's a roleplaying game. Today we're going to finish a Vampire the Mask campaign, a very famous game even. In this case, I'm playing with a 9th generation vampire, let alone an old one, La Sombra, which is one of the clans, and which has the pyromaniac defect. Our mission is to invade a Caern, which is a place with great magical and pure power, so to speak, these places are usually protected by Werewolves, who are divided by tribes and within the tribes there are packs, which can be mixe

“Vanguard is very strong as you already know, so we use them as our frontline, they presently make up the strongest warriors. Vanguard’s receive rigorous training every day and are trained to penetrate and break through enemy lines. In other words, they’re the spearhead in any offensive.” I followed Marcus to the innner barracks where the three different units trained and I watched as the Vanguard practiced and training under the harsh heat of the sunlight, some of them saw me and saluted me immediately and I waved at them in return greeting. Marcus touched my hands and continued, "The Phalanx is our defensive core, they’re mighty and they do not smile with anyone at all as you already know,

By observing at his size, I could probably guess the characteristics of his clan - If no other clan was stronger than his clan, then this clan would be the best clan for fighting in the vampire world. Willie smiled and said, "Yes, I'm from the most battle-ready clan, Brujah clan. Unfortunately, I am also one of your competitors, Your Highness. Besides, the other competitor is Gangrel Arnoldo." "Gangrel Arnoldo?" Oh my god, so......this vampire came from a new clan. "Yes," Willie glanced toward the gate, "he is a free-spirited guy. I think......you'll meet him later." Three vampires! Most importantly, they belonged to different clans!