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Sovereign Of Silver Blood

London 1820 For centuries, the royal family has fought a relentless battle against a curse left behind by their ancestor, a king whose thirst for power led him to transform into a vampire. This dark legacy is shrouded in mystery and dread, and has haunted the kingdom since the king vanished into the shadow. In his wake, the descendant of the king was cursed with an unique and powerful bloodline known as the Silver Blood. A gift or a curse that can turn any weapon they wield into silver, which becomes the weapon to kill the vampires. According to legend, has the power to revert vampires back to humans. Maverick Crus Beecham, known as Marx, is one of the Special Soldier Night Guards that serve the kingdom. He is said to be the most skilled and dedicated member. Raised by his only relative, Lawrence Beecham, the head of the special unit, after the tragic death of his parents. And one day Marx was suddenly given a sudden three month vacation from his uncle, to return home and inherit his title as a Earl. But during this time, he meets a charming and enigmatic nobleman who goes by Cherie. Despite their contrasting personalities, Marx’s serious demeanor and Cherie’s outgoing nature, the two form a powerful duo, bound by their private mission and so called DATE by Cherie. “We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death”

Choonloy · LGBT+
Not enough ratings
113 Chs

Helping Hand

Maverick shot Wolfgang a look of pure gratitude, feeling like he'd been saved from certain doom.

Wolfgang really was his lifesaver; Maverick silently promised himself he'd find a good way to thank him once they returned to London.

Theresa huffed, clearly displeased but unable to argue further. Shelly, ever the peacemaker, chimed in with a bright smile, "Why don't you three stay for lunch? Grandma's cooking is amazing—her meat pie is a masterpiece!"

Before anyone else could respond, Wolfgang was already nodding enthusiastically.

Maverick couldn't help but smile at his reaction, understanding Wolfgang's eagerness after days of meager meals.

Maverick turned to Julius, who remained silent but nodded in subtle agreement.

Maverick made the decision. "Alright, Shelly, we'll stay for lunch. Let us know if you need any help."