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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

Losing Control

In the morning.

Inside the tent, Julius sat cross-armed, his leg bouncing with impatience. His irritation was palpable as he stared at Wolfgang, who lay unconscious on a small, single bed. 

What made things worse, and utterly unbearable for Julius, was the mess of thirty wolves crammed into the tent with them. 

Fur floated in the air like clouds of dust, and the pungent smell of wild animals permeated everything. Wolf cubs gnawed on Julius' pant leg, growling and pulling at the hem with their sharp little teeth.

Julius clicked his tongue, swatting at the cubs, though they paid him no mind. "Ridiculous," he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Wolfgang stirred. His eyes blinked open, slowly coming to his senses. The wolves around him reacted immediately, tails wagging furiously, some even nudging closer to him. 

Wolfgang groaned and sat up, glancing around the chaotic tent. "When did I fall asleep?" he mumbled. "Is the mission a success?"