6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

He decided to camp on the peak of a rock mountain and wait for others to arrive. While Creed was waiting, a group of 67 people were closing in on the direction of Murky Valley that was just next to the Rock Valley but at a comparatively lower altitude. Some of them were on foot but many of them were on their mounts. All of them were holding weapons as well as shields. Some of them were even wearing armors. Rather than the hunting party, the huge Crowd was looking more like soldiers of the medieval army. These armors and weapons they had were all Glitch's Soul-Armas. Except for their medieval appearance these Soul Armas were in no way inferior that human customized battle suits. In fact, the

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

"You didn't tell me that you were about to be murdered." "Lucres if anyone should be hunted down and killed, it's you. Got that?" Armani vented. "So let's play." He laughed cynically. His men were positioned behind him for safety. We were totally outnumbered, all I had was Armani and the driver then there was me whose Martial art skills were just developing and I was in a stupid ball gown tonight. All I could handle were shot guns in addition to my dagger which was strapped to my thighs underneath the goddamn dress.

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

And there would be more. Joseph looked on and finally saw the four power-armors, still standing but with their upper body hunched forward, slouching like a crumbling statue. Each and every visor ruptured open with smoke coming out of them. Their weakest spot. And the Kalayaan Spec Ops made sure and quick work of it. Real quick work. He looked away. He didn't want to see what was inside. He knew what was inside.

The heavy shortsword bit deep into the meat of Killian’s good right shoulder with a sickening, wet crunch, the blade burying itself three inches into the muscle before stopping against the collarbone. Killian didn't even flinch. The dark amber of his eyes vanished entirely, swallowed by the pitch-black ink of his primal instincts as he used the soldier’s own downward momentum against him. With a raw, animalistic roar that rattled the reliquary shelves, his right arm locked like a vise around the vanguard's wrist, and he violently yanked the armored man down onto his chest.

Donald gritted his teeth and stood between Palmer's gun and Arman “Lower your fucking gun Palmer!” Palmer's eyes had a glint of madness. He was hungry for blood, and it didn't matter who's blood it was “Move Donnie boy, you don't want to get caught in the crossfire” Arman lowered his gun. “Call me when you two have sorted out your administrative issues, the we'll have a proper fight” Arman said as he walked past the other men and towards the door “This isn't over, this—”

Behind them, Geoff had also been pierced by the needles, his body covered in blood and with more than 20 additional needle holes! "You're too weak." The Eight-Armed Guardian smiled and shook his head from about 20 meters away. "Geoff, you're a well-known martial arts heavyweight, no weaker than Caleb. Perhaps you could have given me some trouble if you two joined forces. "Unfortunately, you and Caleb fought separately, allowing me to defeat you individually! Since that's the case, I will not be courteous. I'm here to kill everyone in the Foster family today!" His right arm flipped, and his palm emitted a strong black light. An utterly black metal shuttle flew out, rapidly rotating like a fly

he sneers as he pulls me back toward him by my elbow, claws digging in, piercing my skin. I don’t hesitate to react; no one tells me what to do. And no one touches me without my permission. As I’m being pulled around to face Armaros, I use the momentum he’s given me to swing my arm into a flat palm strike, dead center of his solar plexus, knocking him back at least twenty feet. Armaros’ eyes are wide in disbelief as he falls to one knee while gasping for air and clutching his chest. I’m not sure if his disbelief is from the unexpected power of my strike, or if it’s because I actually stood up to him.

One of them is leading the charge, twenty or so yards ahead of the others. Curling my hands, I reach into my deep, inner well. "Then we'll fight." Alec stops, determination on his face. The first goblin launches itself at me, and I raise my arm to bat it away. Pain shoots through my arm. Yelping, I grab it. The goblin drops in front of me and chuckles. "It's made out of stone or something!" I hiss in pain. Alec kicks at the thing, but it doesn't budge. Instead, Alec ends up hopping up and down, clutching his foot.