MarzAttackz

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?

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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.

Threads of the Soul

'Damn Vultures... These people are absolutely shameless.'

Benny shook his head and clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked over the blood soaked battlefield that was filled with more living bodies than corpses at the moment. Benny was nothing more than a lowly corpse collector, he was okay with that. In fact, he had been a janitor in his previous life, before everything went to hell, so going back to a life of cleaning and picking up crap was like second nature to Benny. When this position had become available, Benny was the first to volunteer even before they mentioned benefits.

He had come to terms with the fact that, even in a world full of super powers and monsters, he was destined to be nothing more than a cleaner. Was that a little sad? Sure, but if there was no one to clean up these sorts of things or maintain hygiene, then he could only imagine the horrible diseases that would spread throughout their little community.

Scrub Daddy