6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

His little brother jumps in excitement as he runs his hand on his hair, disheveling it. Amalia and her mum sat under the shelter in the yard, and Amalia place the guitar on the table, Mrs. Bella wondered what she was doing with it...little did she know, that her adorable daughter could play and sing beautifully..." mum, I going to sing you a song" She informs bringing out the guitar from the bag, Mrs. Bella was surprised yet happy she was going to sing for her...On the other hand, Ethan was watching at the corner, not wanting to spoil the mother and daughter fun moment...She plays on the guitar for a little while, testing it out..." I will be singing you a song titled 'Arms' by Christina Per

Blood leaked from his gums as he turned to face the man in front of him. “You’re in a war, puta. You’re part of the Commando Style. Act like it!” Senior Jovit’s entire right arm was a bright brass augment. It allowed him to fire an assault rifle with one hand. The surrounding flames reflected brightly on his Senior’s arm. Above them, Court Drones continued their flight path. Their black wings and blinking lights were a foreshadowing of what was to come. But the gangs were too powerful, they couldn’t touch them. Not even the Courts dared to tread on Moreno Avenue. At least. That’s what his Senior’s told him.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

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.

No one can stopped me this time, from what I just deducted from the grunt that I just killed, I know one thing for sure, the leave anyone behind at this time, is nothing but a hassle and a lost of time for me. Whomever that crossed path with me, no matter if they were holding a weapons or not, male or female, young or old, I will kill all of them the same, all the peoples that in this mansion tonight needs to die. None of these people requires my mercy anymore, I’ve done playing games with them, halfway of dealing with these villains, I’m not longer used my gun nor SMG or even rifles that the dead guards were holding, Instead, I unleash my deadliest and my favourites moves, the Thousand Cher

My eyes widened in shock as I raised my head up to catch his stare, his haircut made me widen my mouth a bit, it looked so good that I had to fight the urge to run my hands through it. The army coloured short he was wearing revealed his hairy legs, while the black top emphasized his abs, like is he working out? I swallowed gulps of spits as I eyed his large and powerful arms, the muscles kept popping in and out the way he flexed and gesticulated. Gosh! he smelt like raspberries. "Just come in" I said pulling him in, and shutting the door quietly. "You should be preparing for tomorrow's event" I scolded as we both sat on my bed.

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.

But he was now a member of the Global Defence TF under Freemont, after he had a falling off with his former master Reichert: After Hilter Reichert had abandoned him, leaving him for dead. Nerma was eager to test his new bulky bionic arms against the skulls of the blue demons, so he broke rank and rushed in forward. The big seven footer was totally fearless. As his massive bionic arms connected with the skulls and torsos of his enemies, sending them sprawling back in a heap, soon he was joined by Willy and the rest of the Global Defence TF members who were skilled in hand to hand combat, who incorporated a mixture of hand to hand combat and Laser and plasma emitter shooting. And it was provin