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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

Thief

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Maverick and Julius strolled side by side, enjoying the calmness of the evening. Maverick finally turned to Julius with a gentle smile. 

"Let's head back," he suggested, glancing at Julius, who was struggling to balance an armful of books and a stack of souvenir boxes.

"We should hand this over to Henry," Julius muttered, his tone hinting at the soreness in his arms. "My hand's starting to get sore."

Maverick raised an eyebrow and extended his hand. "You should let me hold at least the books."

Julius, without missing a beat, turned his body slightly to block Maverick's offer. "Not a chance," he replied, his tone firm as he tightened his grip.

Maverick chuckled softly. "Don't—"