Vanguard Decklists Novelas e Histórias

"Just like the Viteris. Just like the Lanes. They’re offering a deal because they can't pay the price themselves." "I don't trust them," Nevan said, his eyes fixed on the door. "Vala is hiding something. She talks about freedom, but she looks at Leo like he's a winning lottery ticket. If we join them, we aren't the Vanguard anymore. We're the assets." "We don't have a choice," I said, looking at the "Phoenix" readouts on my wrist-com. "The Vanguard-01 is damaged. The Source-Core is guarded by a fleet of a million Harvesters. Without their 'Under-Grid' routes, we’ll never even see the Core."

Vance queried, perusing the file of pictures of our targets and battle plan. “Wade’s team has Venomane, Esme’s team has Forlorn Colac and Chad’s team has Artic Werelocks.” All of this information was engraved in my head. Each of these packs was a menace to the werewolf kingdom by not adhering to our pack laws. “Easy enough,” Duke added, giving the impression that this was a piece of cake to handle.

Vanguard? My breath hitched. Air trapped in my lungs. I forced myself to take shallow sips of oxygen. The Unit Vanguard was the Lugal’s personal death squad. They didn't hunt scavengers. They hunted high-value targets. Traitors. Rogue Ensi. Why were they in the Dregs?

“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,

We must leave immediately. Jace announced his identity as the Vanguard while he examined the silver throwing dagger. "And I've always wanted to see the badlands." Kaelen moved toward the front, his icy blue eyes showing no signs of fear. He extended his hand to my face, using his rough thumb to remove a stain of ash from my cheek. You forgot about our deal when you took my father's cage for my own. But you wear the crown. Give the order, my Queen." I looked back at Vane, the silver light flaring to life in my eyes. The Northern battle ended. But a much darker, wilder game was just beginning.

I summon **Sanguine Eclipse**—blood ocean manifesting high above the Thames, churning violent, freezing into billions of crimson shards sharp as judgment. *Ultimate Activated: Planetary AoE – Swarm Debuff eighty percent* Shards rain like hellfire—impaling tendrils mid-whip, pinning beasts to ground in exploding gore, ichor spraying black fountains. *Enemies Destroyed: thirty thousand in first volley* Vampires blur into the storm—Julian at forefront, fangs sinking deep, draining essence mid-fall, bodies exploding from overfill. SEALs and Marines advance relentless—rifles cracking thunder, void-piercing rounds punching through carapace with wet cracks.

Chris slammed the table, his demeanor shifting dramatically. "Don't think that just because you have those shares, you can do whatever you want. If the Vale family goes bankrupt, you won't get a dime." Serena was surprised at how ruthless Chris could be. Threatening with bankruptcy, huh? But Serena couldn't care less. She looked straight at Chris and said, "Really? Well, let's talk when it actually happens! After all, I never planned on spending that money. It's something my grandmother left me, just a keepsake. Even if the Vale family goes bankrupt one day, it makes no difference to me."

We followed the path lit for us already, and even though we could still see and hear the crackens, we did not care because they would not dare come under the light. "What would happen if they really came under the light, anyway?" Saul asked. "They are like an aberration of vampires. They will be burned off if in contact with light. You did not notice carefully what happened to some of them when the light was turned on suddenly. Some of the got toasted immediately." I said. "I was busy scared for my life that I did not notice." He answered. "Yeah. I know. Me too." We finally got to see those crystals that the Mages talked about. The one that held the mystical powers of the witches. They were

Alpha Dylan knew the enemy was observing them by sending them a crack troop to test their level of strength and strategy, but he knew that as long as they could divert the attention of the phantoms from the epsilon-ranked werewolves then it would be all right—or so he thought. The moment the phantoms started to form battle formations; the tides flipped for the Alliance werewolves. From a phalanx formation where a line of phantoms was lined in the frontier to act as the enemy’s shields against the Alliance troops and griffins, the enemy switched to an array of echelons where the leader was at the apex of the v-shaped arrangement. To get the leader of the phantoms, which breathed black flames,

"Those small packs are sovereign. They are not ours to claim." I waved my hand dismissively, blinded by the desperate need to secure new land assets to save my sinking bank accounts. I completely ignored the dangerous shift in the room's atmosphere. "Sovereign? Don't make me laugh. They’re weak strays. Unranked mutts. The Vanguard Pack should absorb every single one of those pathetic bloodlines and strip their resources. If they can't defend their borders, they don't deserve to exist!"