#rewriitethestory

Original Story:  https://arrow1366.tumblr.com/post/167276593642/writing-prompt-s-writing-prompt-s-everyone-is 

I Have permission from @arrow1366 the original creator of the first story allowing me to rewrite and expand on his original story; to which the link is above, please give the original writer credit.

Note: This is just A teaser

CH 1 will premiere near the end of the month on my wattpad

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/user/ThorneDoromal

Plot: Everyone in the world is born with a natural tattoo of their spirit animal, this allows then to have random special abilities based on their mark; from having the speed of a cheetah, to the longevity of a turtle. 

But, in this world, there are those who possess extraordinary spirit marks along with the fantastic, and sometimes monstrous abilities they gain; they are known as the Mythics, those who possesses spirit animals from mythology and urban legend, from the Nemean Lion to the Jersey Devil. Mako Chevalier is one such Mythic, for he possesses the Leviathan, the ancient sea god of chaos; and with it he his born with both its gifts and its curses.

But something else bellows in the winds of fate, as more and more Mythics come out of hiding and cause untold disaster and mayhem; soon Mako finds himself recruited by Mythos, an underground organization of Mythics, whose sole goal is the capture and detainment of rogue Mythics, all being lead and funded by the secretive Piscerian Club of immortals.

Will Mako survive this new world he’s flung into and be able control his abilities, are the motives of the Piscerian Club truly benevolent, what caused these rogue Mythics to come out of Hiding, and will Mako even be alive to have the answers he seeks?  

If you have any questions please ask here:

“Why would we want to ruin special occasions with painful memories?” Imelda asked, “Music brought mi familia only pain, and that is why we have chosen for all these years to live without it. Music only makes people forget what it is truly importante”

“I hope it snows at least once. That way when Matthew starts talking nonsense, I can throw a snowball at him to shut him up.” James was perched on the windowsill, looking out onto the street before he turned his attention to Anna. “But then I worry that he'll be inventive with his revenge.”

‘Unless this is a matter of life or death... I still don’t want to know what you’re about to say.’