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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?

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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

Once he was able to breathe properly, Alfie quickly explained that they were in fact not sent by their enemy, the Lightbringer, and were instead other humans that were fighting against him. How much that difference mattered the Matriarch was unclear, as her expression was stoic and wooden in both meanings of the word.

With proper, non-choking introductions fully out of the way, Alfie cleared his throat nervously. This wasn't exactly how they planned on doing this, but plans changed and he simply had to adapt.

"My Lord wishes to negotiate an alliance with you, to fight against our common enemy."

The Matriarch's face finally shifted, her eyes narrowing and brows furrowing in irritation. Yet there was also a small hint of admiration, although that slightly confused Alfie.

"Your Lord wishes to negotiate... Yet I see only you. Am I to assume you are negotiating in his place? Am I to assume you have the power to negotiate in his absence?"

Traditional Alliance