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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

Sunflower

Maverick could still remember when he was still a child, his mother often muttered over his ear how she couldn't wait for him to grow up, so they could go everywhere and enjoy trips together.

Maverick turned to look at Julius, said, "Let's return."

Julius, standing beside him, still looks at the grave. "Already?" he asked, surprised by how brief Maverick's visit seemed.

Maverick smiled gently, nodding. "Yeah, she already received the letter."

Julius's eyes softened, understanding the sentiment behind Maverick's words. With that, the trio began their descent down the hill, walking leisurely as the wind seemed to calm, no longer gusting with its earlier force.

"Lord Beecham?" A voice broke the silence ahead of them. They looked up to see a young maiden standing near the path, carrying a bucket of flowers, her eyes wide with recognition.