Choonloy

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”

Sovereign Of Silver Blood

Maverick's fingers tightened gently around Julius's hand, his voice soft but firm. "Let me join as the captain, Julius. I can handle this."

Julius's gaze locked onto Maverick's, his own eyes filled with a mixture of concern and conflict. "I know your abilities, Maverick, but what we hunt isn't like the ordinary vampires you've fought before. This is different—it's dangerous. Us, the Silver Bloodline, we have powers, an edge that lets us stand on equal footing with vampire rulers."

Before Julius could continue, Maverick cut him off. "I killed Ruben. I haven't reported it yet."

Julius closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. The weight of Maverick's confession hung in the air between them. He spoke quietly, "I'm worried about your safety, Maverick."

Maverick sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "You like it when we're together," he teased, his voice lowering as he leaned closer. "Ever since you were twelve, stalking me like some kind of psycho."

Introduction