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

The golden-haired man's eyes swept over the room. No one had moved. His command had gone ignored.

Annoyance flickered across his features. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll do it myself."

Then—he moved. In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward at terrifying speed.

Julius reacted instantly, surging toward Maverick.

From the sidelines, Abigail stood frozen. The moment she laid eyes on the golden-haired man—his attire, his visual—her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded.

"No…" She barely found her voice. "Julius! Don't fight him!"

But Julius couldn't hear her. His entire focus was split between Maverick and the golden-haired man.

With a flick of his wrist, Julius willed the silver weapons scattered around the hall to rise. They shot through the air like a storm of blades, some targeting his opponent, others aimed at Maverick—to keep him restrained, to stop him from losing control and shielding him from the enemy.

Choice