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

Russell stepped forward, protesting immediately. "Uncle, can you really trust Wolfgang for this? I was there during the incident, and I saw how shaken Maverick was. I think he was scared by the attacker."

Nicholas's smirk was faint but knowing. "Maverick wasn't scared of the attacker, Russell. He was afraid of losing someone important." His expression softened, his voice lowering. "Losing someone dear to you is one of the deepest fears anyone can have."

Russell nodded reluctantly, then straightened. "Then I'll go too. I'll make sure he's okay."

Wolfgang scoffed. "Me alone is enough. You don't need to come."

Russell bristled. "What did you say? Do you think I'm not capable?"

Wolfgang's tone was even as ever. "I didn't say anything."

Nicholas laughed at the exchange. "Don't either of you care about Julius?"

The two turned to him, waving their hands dismissively in perfect unison. "There's no way he'd die that easily."

Revelation