Will Kyle Mills write more Mitch Rapp novels in the near future?

The Mc reincarnates in a world of magic and adventure as a Leech, follow his adventure in this mysterious and exciting world as he goes from the weakest creature to the shadow being that everyone is afraid of. Will he pursue the path of strength alone? Or without realizing it he will become the king of the greatest empire that ever lived. ----------------------------------------------‐---------------‐-------------------------------------- This is my first story and English is not my native language, I am using Google translator to translate the story for me, I accept opinions and questions in the comments for this week's chapter.-------‐--------‐----------------------------------------------------------------- I intend to make this a long story so all the development of the Mc and the world will be slow for a proper construction, be warned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know the first few chapters have some errors, but I've improved my writing as I progressed through the story, after 10 chapters there won't be that many errors. ----------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------------‐--‐---- Please vote for the tags. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tags: Male protagonist, non-human protagonist, evolution, adventure, action, harém, fantasy.

With a thought, the land becomes a vast sea. With another thought, it transforms a field of mulberries. With a thought, a thousand friends are killed. With another thought, ten thousand Immortals are slain. Only I alone… shall be everlasting.

Brave, sly, kind, slippery, generous, greedy, elegant, ferocious, happy, abnormal, honest, hypocritical... In this apocalyptic world, only by winning on the Alien Star battlefield can one obtain resources to ensure the continuity of civilization. Every warrior that enters the Alien Star battlefield receives a randomly assigned keyword that belongs to them. If one's actions align with their keyword, their attributes will rapidly grow, granting abilities akin to Superman. On the contrary, if they fail to comply, they will swiftly weaken; This is a world where performance skills are paramount; Performance skills equate to sustenance, performance skills are glory, performance skills provide privileges, performance skills are life... ... Already concluded with thousands of orders are the works "Dream Fufiller of Ten Thousand Realms", and "Ten Thousand Methods to Remove Players." There is a guarantee of completion, so please feel free to dive in.

The two-year marriage contract expired. Brandon Cassel threw the divorce papers in front of Savanna. Touching her one-month pregnant belly, Savanna asked, "Do you really want a divorce?" "Winnie saved my life. She's back. I have to keep my promise to her." He only remembered that Winnie saved him. What he didn't know was that she, Savanna, had donated a kidney when his life was at stake. Savanna took the divorce paper and left quietly. Two months later, he found her and angrily questioned: "Is this my baby?" "No." Savanna was dead inside. On the day of her wedding ceremony with another man, a car accident took her life. Brandon hugged her cold body and cried bitterly, repenting, his black hair turning white inch by inch. Years later, Brandon, suffering from depression, went to hospital. Savanna, with her daughter, were there at the Same time. They came across each other.

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you. You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature! … "Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements." A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter. "Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!" "Drop dead!"