Vanguard Cardfight Clans Novels & Stories

I toss on a robe, just like all the other pups shifting tonight, and make my way to the garden of the packhouse. “Cross River pack! Thank you all for being here for these young men and women, embarking on their first shift, and joining the ranks of our shifted pack members. Tonight is special as not only is your future Alpha King, Euan, shifting for the first time but so is your future Royal Beta, Owen.” Dad booms out to the crowd in the gardens. The pack howls and cheers for us, as the wind shifts. The smell of roses and sweet oranges wafts to me. I shiver. I can’t see her in the crowd, because I know that she’s probably hiding in the back, wearing all black and her signature hoodie.

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

My Mate, Alpha Cain, froze all my assets. Right when I was about to have our first pup. The voice on the phone belonged to his new assistant. A smug Beta she-wolf named Jasmine. She sneered. “Every penny you spend goes through me now. Cain bled for this pack. He won’t waste his money on a weak wolf who can’t even hold a shift.” That same day, the contractions started. They rushed me to the pack hospital. Every single one of my cards was declined. But that wasn’t enough. She kicked my parents out of the "Moonlight Sanctuary," the new healing center I’d built for them. Threw them into a basic room. Her reason? “Two old-timers don’t deserve the Alpha’s resources.” I laughed. She had no idea. Th

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

"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.

"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."

Feed him dummy data that looks highly classified. “Let him waste a week cracking a code that’s actually empty.” Mavric paused for a moment, then looked at Liora with a sly grin. “My wife truly is a clever little devil.” “Alright, let’s give our Duke a puzzle he’ll never solve.” Meanwhile, at Vanguard Tech’s office, Julian Vane slammed his tablet onto his desk. On the screen, only one message appeared: “Access Denied. Better Luck Next Time, Duke.” accompanied by an emoji of a shattered crown.

Dominic took a heavy step forward, his shadow wings beating slowly behind him like dark banners of extinction. "If you fight as wolves, dragons, and sea beasts, the Void-Swarm will feed on your flesh," Dominic thundered, his voice reverberating through the chest of every cadet in the room. "You are not three separate tribes anymore. You are the Vanguard of the Sovereign Eclipse!" Dominic turned to Clara, his gravelly voice melting into a low, possessive purr. “Show them my queen. Clara smiled, her amber eyes shifting into brilliant white-gold starlight. She raised her free hand, tapping into her ancestral Dragon Core.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

“The RED card. Not very common, it’s only given to players who have hit the top list and survived several fights. The RED card means the final fight, a fight with our top 1 fighter. This RED card comes with a dagger. If you win, you become our top 1 fighter, and only fighters who hit the top list get to fight you, until you lose and die, and the winner takes your spot. After this fight, the sum of 500 million dollars is given to the winner in cash, alongside 50 Iconic 400-ounce bars, which weigh about 27.4 pounds, with an approximate value of $1,600,000 - $1,700,000, depending on the moment’s market price.” “And finally, we have the UMBRA card. Very rare! This card is black in color and has