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Threads of the Soul

[Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….] A normal day is suddenly turned on its head when a single voice utters those fateful words into the minds of every single soul on the planet. It was after those words that every single man, woman and child was granted the opportunity to gain fantastical abilities in the name of evolution. Not even the plants or animals were spared by the words of this mysterious voice. Yet not everyone got what they hoped for. Some developed no powers at all, their bodies not yet ready for the process. Others, were simply too frail to handle it. Mutating into horrific creatures, nightmares made real. Seth Quinn, a slightly below average IT worker, developed a unique ability. The Puppeteers Threads. The ability to turn inanimate objects into his obedient puppets. Will he and those he loves survive in this hellish new world? Will his new ability lead him to a life of greatness he always dreamed of? Could he become a Master of Puppets? ----------------------------------------------------- A book about an apocalyptic world and the powers that have risen within. Following the unique blend of necromantic and Summoning abilities, with a twist that offers many more opportunities. Warnings for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed. You have been warned.

MarzAttackz · Fantasy
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220 Chs
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If not friend, why friend shaped?

'A bear? Are you kidding me? A fucking bear?! Where did that thing even come from? There shouldn't be any bears in Scotland, they went extinct centuries ago.'

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, hastening the harvesting process despite the new addition to the party. Bob darted from cover, scooping up a pair of the antler tines as he dashed into the fray, wielding the emerald antlers like a pair of daggers as a pair of puppets, controlled by the Spirit Animal, followed him into battle.

Upon seeing the approaching challenges, the bear's eyes almost glowed with the rage inside as it let out another bellowing roar. Standing on its hind legs, it remained towering over the puppets as it waited for them to get into range of its disembowelling claws.

It watched them grow closer, viscous saliva dripping from its stone covered jaw as hateful memories filled its mind, fuelling its hate and deepening its hunger for man-flesh.