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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+
分數不夠
113 Chs

Maverick's Pursuer

Julius lounged comfortably in his workroom, his legs propped up on the polished mahogany desk.

A playful smile tugged at his lips as he lazily scanned a report in his hand, clearly enjoying the leisurely pace of his day. The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, filtering through the tall windows, casting a warm ambiance that only added to Julius's relaxed mood.

A knock at the door disrupted the tranquility. Without lowering the report, Julius called out, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, his presence immediately commanding attention. He was dressed in a pristine white uniform, adorned with gold trim, and three badges gleamed proudly on his left chest.

His long black hair was neatly tied back, and a gold single-lensed monocle rested over his right eye, giving him an air of sharp intellect and authority. This was Ardent Pitt, Julius's cousin and trusted adviser to the prince.