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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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216 Chs
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War, What is it good for?

Absolutely nothing. That's what was left of the loot they were supposed to get after that horrific battle with a small army of goblins. No bodies, No goodies, Not even a drop of stinking blood. Nothing. All gone.

Well, that's how it felt to Seth anyways but it wasn't exactly true. For one thing there was definitely more than a few drops of stinking blood, perhaps stinking might have been more than just an inflammatory tone with how rancid the stench was. 

It was that same blood that was slurping at Seth's boots with every step, dragging them into the crimson stained mud and refusing to let go without a little bit of a fight.