6 Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

He had bigger fish to fry with the larger vampire army. With one counter strike, he thrusted his arm forward, piercing through Cobra's chest. Cobra was stunned, Lucas hands had pierced inside his chest to his heart. He couldn't believe Lucas could move like that. Lucas looked at his eyes for the first time, he could see the fear of dying clearly written all over it but it was already too late for him. "Please...", Cobra said before Lucas ripped out his beating heart from his chest, as he fell to his death. Lucas didn't even look up to see the vampires who had jumped up, ready to descend on him from all sides as he went into super speed, ripping through them

She is representing her clan in these games. The Poissonarm clan is represented by Poissona. The art that this clan possesses is very useful and effective. It is one of my favourite weapons against humanity when I am in the mood. The most effective weapon to destroy a kingdom, starting with the ruler, is poison. This, not only causes physical harm but also weakens the ruler's morale, making them easy prey

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—”

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.

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.