Vanguard Decklists Novels & Stories

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.

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

These vampires were nothing but scum, and that would be how I would treat them. “Berus, take her to the dungeon, and dispose of this witch's body, would you?” Commanded Vincent as the vampires turned to leave, their movements echoing their own belief they were greater than any other being. They left the room, almost gliding across the floor, their feet barely seeming to touch the stone. The Phantomhive’s were dangerous, more so than I had anticipated, I hadn't expected them to kill Blanche; I had hoped they would see use in her, but she wasn’t what they had wanted. I was. Yet why? Why did they want me? Yes, I was a sunlight witch, and that came with a great power, though that didn’t mean I w

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!

He hoped it wasn't a lie. The Remnant fleet was even more terrifying up close. Jack brought the Valkyrie prototype into visual range, his Origin Blood screaming warnings so intense that lesser wolves would have fled on instinct. Each ship was miles long, covered in organic-looking armor that pulsed with dark energy. And at the fleet's center, directing the attack, was a figure Jack recognized. A Vanguard. But not just any Vanguard—one of the original commanders. Its form was twice the size of those they'd fought in New York, and its mental presence radiated power that made Jack's enhanced senses recoil.

"We used the seasoned northern pine Craig’s clans harvested to line the internal ribbing, then sheeted the hull in four inches of rust-resistant iron plates. The shipwrights didn't believe a hull that heavy would float, but Commander Cheryl’s ballast magic is holding." They were looking down at the Royal Vanguard—the flagship of the mainland's first true armada. It was a monstrous hybrid of continental muscle and seafaring engineering. Two massive mechanical paddle wheels, forged from dark iron and powered by a stabilized Abyssal core that pulsed with a low, violet hum deep within the belly of the ship, sat ready to churn the frozen sea. At the prow, a massive battering ram shaped like a roa

I said, my voice cutting through the heavy quiet of the hall, "then we draw a new one." I put my hands on the ironwood table. "Assemble the Vanguard," I said. Lyra’s head snapped up. Kaden exhaled slowly. The Vanguard was a contingency. A concept we had discussed ten years ago and locked away because we hoped we would never need it. Not Keepers. Not diplomats. The absolute, concentrated application of the founding ground's heaviest functions. "Who," Kaden asked. "You," I said, looking at him. "Lyra. Cord. Sable."

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

"Mr. Gray, rest assured that I'll make sure these three pills fetch the best price. As for the Compendium of Special Constitutions, it will indeed be on the block tonight. You can bid for it directly then. With your resources, I don't think securing it will be a problem." "I'll be counting on you, then, Ms. Shepherd." "You're too polite, Mr. Gray. From now on, just call me Wanda." With confident poise, Wanda slipped an Obsidian Draconic Card into Ashton's hand. "This is the Curios Chamber's top-tier Obsidian Draconic Card. There's no spending limit attached. "You can use it freely at any location under the Curios Chamber's umbrella and receive the very best service. Please, you must accept i

she said. I was amazed and got up “Arnold please don’t, rest your wounds I don’t to see your wounds worsen” Phageomora explained with a worried tone “I know… but I rather continue down to my last breath” I said as I got up still wounded, Phageomora smiled “is there anymore your friends not brainwashed from Corona?” I asked “actually I do, Azerix & Aezaith where are you!” she shouted suddenly Azerix & Aezaith the Incubusling & Succubusling duo came up from Hellish Undergrowth. “You called Phage?” said Azerix & Aezaith “just checking if you okay” then Azerix & Aezaith looked at me collapsed to the ground “Master Arnold!!!” Azerix shouted with worry, “Azerix & Aezaith…” Phageomora looked at me