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Sovereign Of Silver Blood

London, 1820 A kingdom shrouded in darkness. A bloodline cursed by power. A legacy of silver and shadows. Centuries ago, a king's insatiable thirst for power turned him into a monster—a vampire. His dark transformation left a curse upon his descendants: the Silver Blood, a gift and a torment. Silver Blood turns any weapon they wield into a force capable of slaying vampires—and according to ancient legend, holds the power to restore vampires to humanity. But no one knows if this power is salvation… or damnation. Maverick Crus Beecham, or Marx, is no stranger to the shadows. As the most skilled of the kingdom’s Special Soldier Night Guards, Marx has dedicated his life to protecting the realm. Yet when his stern uncle, Lawrence Beecham, unexpectedly sends him away for three months to inherit his title as Earl, Marx’s world takes an unforeseen turn. Enter Cherie, a mysterious and charismatic nobleman who exudes charm as easily as breathing. Their fateful meeting throws Marx into a whirlwind of intrigue, danger, and unspoken secrets. Despite their clashing personalities—Marx’s stoic discipline against Cherie’s playful magnetism—they are drawn together by a shared purpose, an enigmatic mission, and Cherie’s declaration of a "date" that feels more like destiny. “We should go through all of the ups and down, for better, for worse, until we are part by death” A tale of cursed bloodlines, enduring secrets, and unexpected romance, Sovereign of Silver Blood is a gothic adventure romance.

Choonloy · LGBT+
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181 Chs
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Perfume

In the study room, Julius lay slumped over the desk, his head resting on a pile of papers. His voice was heavy with frustration.

"Why should I practice my writing, Henry? I write just fine," he complained.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Henry's temple as he nervously tried to persuade the prince. "Your Highness, it's a request from my lord. It couldn't be helped."

Julius groaned in protest, lifting his head slightly. "But why?"

Henry shifted uncomfortably. "Your Highness… Do you remember the letters you wrote to my lord?"

Julius perked up. "Right! Why hasn't Maverick replied to my letters? I've sent him one almost every day!"

Henry hesitated, then said carefully, "About that… My lord has mentioned that the letters were… unreadable. Whenever one arrives, he doesn't read it—he just keeps it in his drawer."

Julius frowned. "Where are the letters now?"

Henry pointed to the desk drawer. "Probably inside there."