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Threads of the Soul

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. [Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….] 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. 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? ----------------------------------------------------- Hello there, this book came after reading many of the others on here. I found that there were many things I wished they explored or genres that had more entries in them. So instead of waiting for them to be made, I decided to do it myself and free my trapped creativity. I hope you enjoy it. This is currently being written in the free time I have beside a job with a tricky schedule. I am trying to keep to a schedule of doing 4 - 5 chapters a week at minimum but will do more if i can. To make up for it I will try making the chapters between 1200 - 1400 words on average, to give you a little more to read, again sometimes even more. I hope one day I will be able to work on this more and deliver more chapters and future novels. Warnings for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed. You have been warned.

MarzAttackz · Romance
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While you were pooping your diaper, I was studying the blade

After a few minutes of silent shuffling, the group was in position. The puppets were at the front, lined up shoulder to shoulder under the control of the Spirit Animal. For those without large claws to use as a weapon, they had been given crude makeshift spears to make them more effective. Spears that were simply made up of sticks they had found lashed to the deer's antlers as a blade.

If only they had time to give them proper armour and shields, they could pass as roman soldiers that had clawed their way out of the grave, although they were still far too few members for a proper legion. Perhaps one day, but they'd have to survive this battle first.