Grimthorn

Bullets fly in the nightmarish crucible where death mixes with molten blood in the flames of war. What’s not to love? This is a story in a city of death, the cold lonely streets where people breathe their last, suffocated with the tense atmosphere, and piano wire. This is my story, my own tome of survival so those who dislike the darker side beware, because it gets pretty dark when you come in here. For those interested I’m doing this novel for me so expect inconsistent updates, but at minimum I’ll post once a week maybe more we will see how it goes.

“The best characters are do not just have weaknesses but strive to overcome them.” “Just like people in real life is that what you are trying to say?” “Exactly in some way everyone’s a hero.” “Some more tragic than others.” He said softly with a silent tear rolling down behind the mask. ———————————————————————————————— Do you expect an op protagonist that will single handedly save everyone he loves, kills his enemies easily with no human emotion, has heaven defying luck and an amazing over the top superpower whilst still getting time to build up a harem? Well click off this novel immediately! in this there are only blood, tears and the stench of death. So buckle up for a hellish ride as Dante hides behind a new mask to try and rule an earthly hell hole with everything from bats to bullets standing in his way. Be prepared for some dark themes, humor and maybe some scenes of a sexual nature you have been warned.