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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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116 Chs

Confident

Maverick arrived outside Lawrence's office, ready to invite him to dinner to discuss some work-related matters. But as he stepped inside, he found Lawrence slumped over his desk, fast asleep with his arms folded underneath him. 

Maverick closed the door quietly and moved closer, gently shaking his uncle's shoulder.

"Uncle, wake up," Maverick said softly. "If you keep sleeping like this, you'll—"

Lawrence jolted awake, startling Maverick with his sudden movement. He blinked, disoriented, and looked up to see Maverick beside him.

"Oh, Maverick," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "You came to visit me. What time is it?"

As Lawrence's face came into full view, Maverick took a step back, a flash of shock evident in his eyes. His uncle looked as if he had aged years in a matter of months. 

Dark circles hung heavily under his eyes, and thin streaks of white hair were now visible near his temples.