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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+
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
116 Chs

Camp Fire

Maverick and Julius sat quietly by the campfire, the stars faintly illuminating their surroundings. Wolfgang lay curled up beside Maverick, sleeping deeply, as if even the rough ground offered him some comfort. 

Maverick adjusted the blanket over him, then asked, "How old is he?"

Julius looked over at Maverick. "You mean Wolfgang? He's sixteen."

Maverick smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Sixteen. I was still training under my uncle then, not even dreaming of a mission like this. And here he is, out in unpredictable situations that could turn dangerous at any moment. He must miss home, or he wouldn't have asked when we'll be back."

Julius glanced at the sleeping Wolfgang. "His parents have been gone since he was two. My mother raised him because no one else would. Just because his mother wasn't from an aristocrat family, so the royal wanted nothing to do with him."