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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

Forwardness

Maverick stepped into the garden and was instantly captivated by its breathtaking beauty. A myriad of greens and bursts of vibrant colors painted the serene scene before him, the scent of flowers mingling with the fresh air. 

His steps were slow and deliberate as he strolled down the pathway, his fingers lightly brushing against the petals and leaves. A gentle smile graced his lips, a rare moment of tranquility settling over him.

The moment was broken by a sharp voice behind him. "What are you doing? Don't stand in the middle of the pathway where everyone is passing by."

Maverick turned his head to find Russell standing there, arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face. Raising an eyebrow, Maverick said casually, "It was you."

"It's not 'it was you.' It's Russell," the young man snapped, narrowing his eyes. "Don't tell me you've forgotten my name already."