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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+
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121 Chs

Beast

As midnight approached, the air turned still, heavy with anticipation. Maverick stood atop the hill, his gaze fixed on the dense woods and the dark shoreline.

The vampires emerged from both directions—just as he had predicted.

He watched their silhouettes creep out from the trees and slink along the edge of the sea, their movements swift and predatory. His mind was calm, knowing the traps he'd set in place.

"Just as expected," Maverick muttered to himself. Yet, despite the strategic advantage, he couldn't shake the concern gnawing at him. 

Weapons were scarce, and ordinary steel wouldn't harm these creatures. Only his silver blade and Wolfgang's silver dagger could deliver a fatal blow, and they were up against too many.

The lieutenant, watching from the side, was ready for the signal to fire the bombs. His soldiers stood tense, waiting for the command.