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

Julius tucked the blanket over Maverick, ensuring he was comfortable as he drifted into a deep sleep after their long conversation.

For a moment, Julius lingered at his bedside, his gaze softening as he watched the steady rise and fall of Maverick's chest. Before leaving, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Maverick's cheek.

As he pulled back, something caught his eye—a faint but unmistakable bruise on the side of Maverick's neck.

Julius's brow furrowed, his expression darkening. The bruise, though faded, was still visible, and its presence filled him with unease.

Straightening, Julius turned on his heel and made his way to the door. He opened it and stepped out, closing it soundlessly behind him.

The trio—Gordon, Wolfgang, and Russell—were still in the guard office, though Wolfgang and Russell were no longer kneeling.

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