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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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113 Chs

Ascot

"I'll be by your side," Julius promised yesterday, but here was Maverick, alone at the Royal Ascot with no sign of him since he'd excused himself for the restroom. 

Standing in the bustling spectator arena, Maverick felt exposed under the crowd's scrutinizing gaze. He tightened his grip on his walking stick, his unease growing.

"Has Julius reappeared yet?" Maverick asked, his voice low.

Henry leaned closer. "Not yet, my lord."

Annoyance flickered across Maverick's face. Because of his back wound, he couldn't wear the fitted coat he'd typically don; instead, Julius made him wear a waist-length cape that draped elegantly but drew every eye to him. 

The onlookers whispered, glancing at him with interest and curiosity, only heightening his discomfort.

"General! It's been a while," came a voice from behind.

Maverick turned to see Tsar Nicholas approaching with Russell. Nicholas waved casually, while Russell's expression remained stoic.