Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

However, now that he was looking at Yuna in her helpless state, he flushed with excitement and his heart started beating quicker. “Stop fighting it Yuna. Just listen to your father and be mine. You live a life of luxury with me, so what’s the point of you torturing yourself by fighting back?” Lester leered and he rubbed his hands in anticipation, unable to wait a moment longer. “Don’t worry,” he added. “After all, you used to be Yvan’s woman, so I will treat you well.” Just as Lester made a move toward her, Yuna grabbed a piece of the shattered vase from the floor and sliced her own arm unhesitatingly. The flash of pain that coursed through her body sent her mind into overdrive and she regai

Arman wanted to cry because of the realization that his life became one big survival game. When the announcer declared the beginning of the match, Arman didn't waste any more time. He charged forward and threw the first punch. His friend's lip quickly bled. That's when his friend realized that Arman wouldn't think twice about killing him. As the crowd became louder, Arman focused on his opponent. He forced himself to forget about all the time they bonded. He had no other choice. The two of them fought hard. Arman even had a broken nose. But after three more minutes, Arman snapped his own friend's neck and killed him. He was trembling. It was the first time he ever fought in the arena. The fi

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.

It made my skin tingle all over again. I spotted another group of fighters—four strong men this time. Their bodies gleamed with oil from the morning's fights. Sweat mixed with it, running down their muscled chests and arms. One guy had a long scar across his chest, red and raised like a mark of pride from past battles. Another had dark tattoos snaking up his arms, thick lines that looked like twisting ropes. The other two were just as built, one with short blond hair matted to his head, the other with a shaved scalp that showed off his thick neck.

"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."

"I'm sorry that I failed you Armand" I said as the guilt started to overlfow in my mind. I started to zone out once again as the forefront thoughts were of how the Alpha I killed would have reacted. I was comparing those thoughts to what I knew about Armand. I felt the sparks along both my arms once again and blinked to focus. "Artemis, My Love, you didn't fail me"

The man with green hair and tattoos on his shoulder said, "You fucking bastard! How are you still alive?!" I glanced at Arman, and he stood tall in front of the five armed men. They were all shocked as Arman took them one by one and bit their neck or every part of their body, and threw them back to their car. The other one crawled and grabbed his gun to shoot Arman, but Arman didn’t flinch, he even took the bullets and grabbed the man by his legs and broke bones. I could hear them crying for help, and groaning in pain as they were crawling with broken legs.

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

He fell with a roar of pain and surprise, and I was on him in an instant, my sword a quick, merciful thrust to the heart. I stood over his body, my chest heaving, my lungs burning, my body a symphony of aches and pains. I had killed four of them, wounded two more, but there were still more, a dozen or more, closing in from all sides. I was a one-armed man in his sixties, fighting for his life against a small army. And I was just getting started. The press of bodies was relentless. I parried a vicious chop from a House Ares warrior, the impact shuddering up my arm, and drove my boot into his stomach, sending him staggering back.