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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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#VAMPIRE
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#BL
#SUPERNATURAL
#ROYALFAMILY
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Tactics

Maverick, both surprised and a bit amused seeing the lieutenant reaction, leaned forward, trying to comfort him. "It's all right, Lieutenant. Prince Julius doesn't mind things like that. He's not as formal as you might think."

Just as Maverick was trying to console the lieutenant, a loud voice erupted from outside the tent, cutting through the air like a storm.

"What do you mean I didn't win? I clearly won the race!" Julius' voice boomed, full of frustration.

Wolfgang's deeper voice followed, though much calmer, ignoring Julius' complaints. "Brother, you have to be sportive."

Their noisy banter filled the tent as the two burst in, both flushed from their run, and still in the middle of their argument.

Julius immediately caught sight of the lieutenant's dejected posture and Maverick's attempt to cheer him up. His eyes narrowed, and with a sharp glare, he demanded, "Who the hell are you?"