Choonloy

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.

Sovereign Of Silver Blood

Duncan's face twisted in rage, his voice dripping with venom. "Don't get ahead of yourself, kid! We're no different, you and I."

Julius chuckled, his gaze unwavering. "Oh? The difference between us is far more than you realize, Duncan. Let's start with the basics: I eat beef, you eat humans. Already a pretty wide gap there. And then there's the little fact that I can walk freely in daylight, while you're chained to the shadows. The one at a loss here, Duncan, is you."

Julius's smirk deepened, and with lightning speed, he closed the gap between them, slashing his silver sword in an arc aimed at Duncan.

Duncan barely dodged the slice, stepping back just in time, but his companion wasn't as fortunate; their neck was severed in a swift, brutal strike.

Enraged, Duncan extended his hand, reattaching his fallen comrade with his blood strings, dragging the limp body out of Julius's reach.

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