I Am The Only Witch Hunter Novel

Grafting flesh. Harvesting mutation. Ascending beyond humanity.

Siderius Satterblade was a Master Witch Hunter—until forbidden sorcery ripped him from his dying body and cast his soul into Eldoria, a world enslaved by witches. The vessel awaiting him was Snow, a circus orphan condemned to death for crimes he never committed.

The bargain was struck. Snow's body. Siderius' consciousness. A second life purchased with another man's extinction.

Armed with the S.Y.S.T.E.M.—an alchemical engine of pure destruction—the reborn Siderius escaped his executioners and began the hunter's work: murder witches, harvest their essence, graft organs into flesh, unlock mutations. Night vision. Echolocation. Inhuman strength. Each kill fed his ascension; each mutation carved him further from the man he once was.

Eldoria's witches are abominations—grotesque and irredeemable, their beauty a thin mask over absolute evil. They will not be seduced or spared. Only eliminated.

Siderius walks the witch hunter's path alone, a machine of calculation and survival. He preserves only those who serve his purpose. He hides nothing, apologizes to no one. Revenge is his compass; power is his gospel; immortality, his only destination.

In a world of witches, there is only one hunter. And he will burn them all.