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

Maverick and Gordon walked side by side through the dimly lit hallway of the Duke of Blackwood's grand mansion in Nottingham. The heavy, ornate walls seemed to absorb their footsteps, leaving an air of hushed tension between them.

"How did you manage to arrange for Cavendish to meet me?" Maverick asked, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost casual, but his sharp gaze flicked toward Gordon.

Gordon kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, his expression unreadable. "I didn't," he replied curtly. "It was Cavendish who requested you. He likely noticed you in the street the other day."

Maverick's steps faltered for the briefest moment, his expression unreadable. The words Russell had spoken the day before during their meeting echoed in his mind. He exhaled quietly, regaining his composure.

Gordon stopped abruptly and turned to face him. His tone dropped to a near whisper.

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