6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

the lead commander roared, his voice muffled by a black combat mask as he launched forward, his thick arms reaching out to pin me down. "Get your filthy hands off me!" I screamed fiercely, my kickass instincts taking over completely. I didn't cower or beg. Springing off the ground, I dodged his heavy grasp, utilizing my martial arts training to dodge sharply. I slammed my elbow directly into the commander's jaw with a sickening crack, sending him stumbling back over the broken glass. But before I could draw another breath, the other two assassins lunged from the sides, grabbing my wrists and violently yanking my frame backward. I twisted my body mid-air, kicking out wildly, but their superna

My head was a mess. Gaming was my usual safe haven. My Zen space. The one place where a little wimp like me could be a powerful martial artist or a world-class athlete at the flick of a button. I sat down in my gaming chair, put on my headset, and loaded up Mortal Kombat 11. Time to kick some ass! I found my favorite lobby where serious gamers hung out and opened a challenge. I chose Liu Kang, the world’s greatest warrior. My opponent chose Skarlet, the blood witch.

However, he has trained with the beast for five whole years and was bound to get all his skills, but there was this MOLART's skill he did not possess. Everyone knew MOLART has a unique skill he used against his enemies; the skill is called Jamba. It kills in three minutes. According to my father, that skill cuts every vein and artery in the body and the person will not know for exactly three minutes, then they would crumble and die. I did not think MOLART taught him that skill, because if he did, I knew Khalid would use it on everyone and he would use it on me.

It was hard to believe that just the two of them had at least 49 Soul Armas inside their mind palace. Each of these soul armas appeared extremely daunting and rarest of its kind. When Holt and others members saw the huge pile of gleaming soul armas, a greedy drool dripped down their lips. "Good! See? It wasn't that difficult now, was it? If you had done that from the beginning…we wouldn't have to resort to threat and extortion…" Soon every weapon, Armor or shield which they owned was lying kissing the muck and grime on the ground. The crowd's eyes were glowing with blatant greed. Maira and Nakiya were now standing completely defenseless and with no gears or equipment on their bodies.

When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face. I hear someone coming from behind. Spinning around, I block a punch. This one is fast, but I’m strong. I grab his arm, and he grunts. His eyes widen as I twist him around, and he’s defenseless as I throw him into the pool. Water splashes, the ice blue water turning brown, and the man yells. “It burns,” he cries. “It burns!” So I was right to not get into the water. Thank God. The crack of a whip soars through the air, and I duck it. A Silver Hunter with long blonde hair peeking out from her helmet advances on me.

"The board is over there… not here. Look forward, please." He didn’t move. He just kept staring at me with those unreadable eyes. ‘Is he trying to seduce me?’ I joked in my head trying to hold back my laughter but it died on their own when Silvio's expression shifted to something cold... almost as if he had read my thoughts. I swallowed and decided to pretend to focus while, Mr. Grant continued explaining. "Players can unlock different martial arts styles. Kung Fu, Taekwondo, Muay Thai. And every time they level up, they earn Echo Points, which improve their avatar’s strength, speed, and reflexes."

The strength of these three sorcerers was quite strong when compared to ordinary humans. That day Al wore sleeveless armor so that his arm muscles look perfectly curved. His burly body was imprinted on his stretchy armor. He took off his hood and glared at the guest who barged in. His stiff hair stood sharp, towered in Mohawk style, and was dark green. With his masculine jaw, Al looked fierce and strong. He deliberately exposed his muscles to scare his opponent. His red eyes glared ferociously. His tall body emitted an oppressive aura. Al was ready to hit anyone who dared to break into the Brighton area.

I had not sweated in the ashes for weeks and this wild Jungle tamed, just around everything from a rusted lawn mower of the consortium to be destroyed. I raised my kinetic pistol and fired three Breaking shots directly onto the red sensor eye. Pang! Pang! Pang! The bullets bounced sparkling on an invisible, energetic shield the millimeter flashed before the carbon cover of the machine. The monster turned to me abruptly. Clicking his joints has been rapid fast. One of the Sensenarmes swung down on me in a deadly bow. KLANG! Kael suddenly stood between me and the beast. He had the great Sensenarm with the flat side of his hunting sword. The power of the impact

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.