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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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197 Chs
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Nevermore

Seth was never one for fishing. Others usually did it with their family on camping trips, but that was far from anything his family would ever consider doing. Later in life, he spent all of his time in the city, far away from the water. His closest experience with fishing was a school trip to the aquarium or when he ate at a sushi restaurant. 

Yet as he sat there, down an arm and holding onto a fragment of his soul with a set of phantom threads, he couldn't help but wonder if fishing lessons would have helped.

Nevertheless, despite his inexperience in the subject, Seth focused on reeling in his catch slowly but surely. Thankfully, he still had some control over his ability, yet every movement of the spectral strings caused his vision to blur and his mind to be drowned in pain. The more he worked, the more his mind wanted to slip away and focus on something else, anything else, just to have a peaceful end.