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

As Maverick scanned the area, his eyes landed on a tall man engaged in conversation with a guard near the reception.

The man's crisp white uniform, accented with gold trim, gave away his status as a royal knight. His demeanor was composed yet approachable, making him stand out among the more rigid guards.

Maverick approached him. "Pardon me," he said smoothly. "Are you Nash Weston?"

The man turned, his brown hair catching the sunlight. Upon seeing Maverick, he broke into a friendly smile. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

Maverick didn't need further confirmation—between the insignia on Nash's uniform and his prominent presence, it was clear he was part of the royal family.

"Maverick Beecham," he introduced himself.

Nash's eyebrows lifted in surprise before his smile widened. "Oh, Captain," he said with enthusiasm. "It's great to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Griffin and Prince Julius."

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