Vanguard Cardfight Aichi Romane & Geschichten

"The vanguard master slot demands a higher tier of ballistic shielding. The aesthetics are absolute perfection." "The ranking is flawless," one of the younger pack enforcers muttered from the back bench, his eyes wide with raw ambition. "My wolf intends to claim that vanguard master slot before the winter cycle concludes." Vicky polished the silver crest on his breastplate, his gold eyes dropping onto the lower-ranking soldiers with pure, aristocratic disdain. "Do your subroutines genuinely register the delusion that any baseline stray can occupy the master frequency?"

“I have Veiled Violet’s card. She’s a battle partner and will only disappear when she loses all her health.” Surprised that Akiko had such a powerful card, Zen quickly hopped over to analyse it. Unlike the other cards with monsters and animals, Akiko’s card was of a higher tier and rarer. “That’s a tier-three card,” Zen commented in awe. “That’s really good!” Thinking for a while, Akiko handed the card to Zen. “You should keep it,” she told him. “She could help you progress through floors quicker when we’re unavailable.” Zen wanted to protest but quickly remembered how far ahead his team was in their floor progress. Veiled Violet was only strong because they were on the second floor. She cou

he slammed the heel of his leather-clad palm on the steering wheel with a snarl. "What are you talking about." Ace fished out his phone, used the facial reconstruction to unlock it, and then handed it to me. It was already opened to a video that began playing. I recognized the setting immediately. It was another frat party in the same house I had been in. Red and blue solo cups were strewn across the cream carpets that held unknown stains — I didn't even want to know what those stains were.

I turned to the auctioneer and pointed straight at the Eternal Star ring in the display case. "I want to activate the automatic bidding system. Whatever she offers, I'll pay double," I said. The auctioneer shot Sofia a nervous glance and said carefully, "Miss, our automatic bidding service is reserved for clients with VIP cards." Sofia gave a sharp little snort. She reached into her clutch, pulled out a gold VIP card, and slapped it onto the podium. "I spend seven figures a year here. And you? How exactly do you compare to me?" I drew in a slow breath, took out a plain black card with no logo, and placed it beside hers. "Unlimited credit black card. Is that sufficient? Open the VIP account a

His warrior name, Lukan Vale, is beautifully etched across the front in a shiny, molten gold font. "Purchase whatever weapons, gear, or garments your wolf desires. There is absolutely no resource limit on that account," I explain. "No limit on the card's funds, or no limit for my body?" he asks, a devious spark returning to his eyes. "Both. My beast commands more pack wealth than your line could spend in five entire lifetimes, little wolf. Purchase whatever your spirit desires, darling." He taps the gold-etched metal playfully against the stone counter and flips the card around in his fingers. "A month ago, my wolf would have stated that this card would fix every single broken piece of my li

I watched them closely, not risking even the slightest movement. Matteo scratched the corner of his mouth, something he always did when he had a strong hand. The one with a scar on his eyebrow tapped the table twice when he was bluffing a capture. The quiet one on the left breathed through his nose, something he also did when he was screwed. First two rounds, I lost to them. But not again, even if it meant having a tie. The table now has a seven of cups, a three of swords, a king, and the ace of coins — the most valuable card in the deck.

Silence reigned between them as Adrian anticipated her response, but Jeri appeared like someone who was deaf and dumb. “You can't talk now, huh?” Adrian furrowed his brows and clenching his fist. Jeri didn't respond either. She eventually slid her two fingers into her pink purse that had a touch of gold at the edge and brought out a rare card. “Here, Mr. Adrian. I guess this is enough proof to back up my claim.” She placed a supreme card on the table, allowing Adrian to survey the card by himself. These supreme cards were rare cards that are owned by top, successful business people. In Tylian city, only two people had these types of cards, and Darian was not even among them, let alone Adrian

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚) ╰────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╯ Creases formed in my forehead as soon as read the disturbing yet weird details on my card. Apart from being adorned with strange, ominous symbols and details that I couldn't help but to read, I can't help but to be curious and estrange to its nature.

"Do you lack money? Do you not have a car? Are you homeless?" "It's true; I don't have anything!" Violet replied plainly, "You never paid me for all the work I've done for you. I didn't even go on any missions recently." Carl snatched Maverick's stuff from Violet's hand. Then, he passed to her a gold card. "Take it. The password is your birthday." Violet recognized that gold card. There were only 10 of the same cards in the whole world. They were respectively in the hands of the ten richest people in the world.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'