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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

With an irritated groan, Astra pulled herself from her relaxing bath. Quickly wrapping a towel around her body, she left wet footprints along the floor as she padded her way over to the door, wringing her hair out as she did so.

She yanked open the door, just in time for a small fist to gently swing down and hit her in the chest, as the door they were about to knock on disappeared so suddenly.

A young teenage girl with long, blonde hair stood in front of Astra. She wore a casual, modern maids outfit that all the castle worker wore, and her face was scarlet with blush as she looked up at the Storm Goddess with an expression of pure panic. She quickly pulled her hand back, holding it as if it had been shocked.

Her mouth opened and closed, her brain malfunctioning as she desperately tried to process what she was looking at, what she had done as well as remember why she had come here.

Dressed for the Occasion