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Sovereign Of Silver Blood

London, 1820 A kingdom shrouded in darkness. A bloodline cursed by power. A legacy of silver and shadows. Centuries ago, a king's insatiable thirst for power turned him into a monster—a vampire. His dark transformation left a curse upon his descendants: the Silver Blood, a gift and a torment. Silver Blood turns any weapon they wield into a force capable of slaying vampires—and according to ancient legend, holds the power to restore vampires to humanity. But no one knows if this power is salvation… or damnation. Maverick Crus Beecham, or Marx, is no stranger to the shadows. As the most skilled of the kingdom’s Special Soldier Night Guards, Marx has dedicated his life to protecting the realm. Yet when his stern uncle, Lawrence Beecham, unexpectedly sends him away for three months to inherit his title as Earl, Marx’s world takes an unforeseen turn. Enter Cherie, a mysterious and charismatic nobleman who exudes charm as easily as breathing. Their fateful meeting throws Marx into a whirlwind of intrigue, danger, and unspoken secrets. Despite their clashing personalities—Marx’s stoic discipline against Cherie’s playful magnetism—they are drawn together by a shared purpose, an enigmatic mission, and Cherie’s declaration of a "date" that feels more like destiny. “We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death” A tale of cursed bloodlines, enduring secrets, and unexpected romance, Sovereign of Silver Blood is a gothic adventure romance.

Choonloy · LGBT+
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179 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#VAMPIRE
#HISTORICAL
#BL
#SUPERNATURAL
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE

The Past

Julius gave Maverick a slight smirk. "Your wet nurse? Now I really want to meet her."

Wolfgang's reaction was more neutral, yet he muttered in his usual straightforward manner, "Captain's... captain?"

Julius turned, furrowing his brow. "What on earth does that mean, Wolfgang?"

Maverick, caught between amusement and the weight of old memories, slowly lifted his face. His voice softened, almost tentative. "Is... is she still alive?"

Shelly blinked in surprise. "Yes, she is! She was tending to the crops when I left for the hill, but she's probably resting by now."

At her words, Maverick's expression turned weary, as if a sudden headache had struck him. He ran a hand over his face and murmured, "So she's still alive…"

Shelly tilted her head, trying to peek at his expression through his hand. "Is something wrong, Lord Beecham?"

Quickly regaining his composure, Maverick forced a smile. "No, nothing at all. Let's go meet her."