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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
116 Chs

Theresa

Shelly waved it off, ever cheerful. "It's alright, Grandma. They helped me along the way. They're good people."

The old woman narrowed her eyes. "There's only one man. Are you seeing double?"

Shelly patted her dress down. "There are three of them, Grandma. He and him," she pointed at Maverick and Julius, "are Lord Beecham's friends."

The old woman turned toward Maverick and Julius. Her eyes widened in recognition but quickly sharpened.

Without a word, she marched straight toward Maverick, who took a step back, frozen in surprise. Standing right in front of him, she squinted up, her gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

"You're Maverick?" she demanded.

Maverick nodded carefully, his face paling.

Before he could react, the old woman gripped his arm tightly. "You unfilial son! How could you not visit your parents' graves for all these years?" She gave him a slight turn, her hand landing a solid, reprimanding smack on his back.