Vanguard Card Game Clans Novels & Stories

Ghost Ravens were also a big deal among all the top ranking clans. Every year they grabbed one of the top-10 positions in the Clan's Yearly Rankings in Global Magazine named: 'The Cosmic Legions', which was published by an exceptionally secretive and undeniably neutral organization called 'Immortal Crawlers'. Immortal Crawlers was an organization whose existence was a colossal mystery. Except for its name and immense strength, nobody knew anything else about it. This organization was so mysterious that the name 'Immortal Crawlers' was considered to urban legend. The Ghost Ravens was a clan that was highly optimistic about the usage of technology for its advantage. Their members focused on us

"The Vanguard clan is a very powerful Clan in the times of Ancient Draconic era. Unfortunately, they have long died in the dust of history." "In fact, for countless years, no one has ever heard any news about this Vanguard clan!" "Are you sure you're not fooling me?" Huangfu Renyi, who was quite shocked, questioned, looking a little out of control.

"We don't run backward. Not anymore." "You don't understand what 'The Vanguard' means!" Torque shouted, spitting a wad of synthetic tobacco onto the floor. "In the old Corporate Wars, before the game existed, the Vanguard were specialized city-killer units! They aren't meant to arrest people! They are meant to level city blocks!"

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

“Yes, I know because it’s a clan in the game Fantasy Seven. It’s an adventure game where players can do a lot of things, including exchanging information or even, rumor has it, trading illegal items. And... Lucas plays it.” Jaxter frowned. The Golden Circle had many members skilled in IT, programming, or even robotics, which allowed them to create extraordinary programs and tools. So, it’s very likely one of them played that game. “So?” Jaxter asked, now intrigued by Jacob’s story. “Yes! Lucas and I played that game, and for the past few years, he was very interested in joining that clan. And I know he was always with someone named RICK, um, with a number at the end.” Jacob recalled the firs

He growls. The rogues come from a territory known as the Rogue Lands. It doesn’t just hold rogue shifters, it holds rogues of all supernatural species. The only reason you would end up there is if you were banished from your kingdom for breaking laws, and it wasn’t just any law broken. It had to be severe enough to warrant the banishment. Euan puts his foot all the way down, the gas pedal hitting the floor as we zoom past the rogue wolves, leaving them in a cloud of dust.

"We don't have absolute proof yet, Luna. The mercenary only knew the warlord by his title—the Scarred Alpha. He description matches Kaelen’s height and build, and he wears three heavy gold rings on his right hand. The rumor is that he’s spent the last five years absorbing the lawless clans of Oakhaven into a single military vanguard." "A vanguard?" I snarled, my Lycan aura flaring out in a violent wave of golden energy that caused the iron braziers in the corner to roar with higher flames. My broadsword, resting against the desk, rattled in its sheath. "With what army? The Iron Claw was wiped from the map."

"Still, he seemed angry about something. More than usual, I mean." "Zephyr always looks angry lately. It comes with the territory of being Alpha, I suppose. All that responsibility and pressure." I patted my hands dry with a plush towel with deliberate slowness, letting them continue talking. Information always flowed more freely when people thought you were not actually listening. "My mate says there has been unusual rogue activity near the southern borders," the redhead continued, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Three scouts went missing last month. Just vanished without a trace."

Eventually, the idea of a clan council starts to transcend down to other supernatural beings like the vampires and warlocks/witches which are creatures more prominent in our part of the world. Our world is changing. Rumors have it that more werewolves have migrated along the Arctic, and vampires are encroaching on the east. The werewolf migration remained a rumor, but the vampires didn't. Lots of wars have been fought, and lives have been lost. So when one of the vampire elders reached out to us to have a meeting, Zegulf and I agreed to one. That led to the founding of the WVW council. A council created to establish a strong relationship betweens werewolves, vampires, and warlocks.

I smiled warmly at the creature, nervously playing with the ends of my long wavy auburn hair, my hazel-coloured eyes locked onto her as I spoke; “Yes I can, though I was unsure if it would be enough time.” “Of course, that is enough, the meeting of the war council should only last around three hours; maybe less.” Mari laughed, finding my worry amusing. I frowned, what was a war council? Was something going to happen that I didn’t know about, would there be a war between the vampire clans? I took a step towards Marianne, attempting to look within her mind for an answer; though she had quickly realised what she had said, her mind becoming closed off and tight. I couldn’t find what I was lookin