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

Wolfgang hesitated for only a second before nodding. Without wasting another moment, he turned and sprinted toward the staircase along his wolves, disappearing into the shadows below.

Now alone, Maverick and the stranger stared at each other, their blades still locked. The stranger's blue eyes glinted with curiosity. "I can tell you're not part of the royal family. So, why risk your life for this?"

Maverick didn't answer. Instead, he pushed forward with all his strength, forcing the stranger to retreat a few steps. Without giving him time to recover, Maverick lunged again, his blade aimed with precision.

The stranger met the attack with ease, wielding his sword with a skillful grace. The corridor filled with the relentless sound of clashing metal, each strike ringing louder than the last.

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