Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

I stopped inches from him, looking up. "He likes me," I said softly. Armano swallowed hard. I watched the movement of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple. "Yes." "He's a good boy." "He is a killer," Armano rasped, his voice rough. "He has taken three arms and two legs. He has dragged grown men into the darkness and left nothing but bones." "Maybe he just didn't like them," I said. "Maybe they didn't scratch the right spot."

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.

He was tall, lean, and devastatingly good-looking, his black jeans and matching sweater were effortlessly stylish and accentuated his athletic build. Swallowing hard, Harley closed her eyes. For a few seconds, the image of his bronzed, muscular torso and the covering of fine black hairs that arrowed down over his six-pack abs flooded her mind. Armel was the epitome of male perfection. For a few brief, incredible months Harley had enjoyed free access to his body and had reveled in the feel of his satiny skin beneath her fingertips as she’d trailed a daring path over the solid strength of his thighs. She still had a vivid recall of how it had felt to lie beneath him, skin on skin, their limbs

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

These people's fingers were flexible, and their true energy turned into threads to control the human-shaped heavy armor. Opposite these people, there was a group of men with long swords in their hands. They displayed their martial arts techniques and kept rushing forward to find the fierce ones, trying to break through the defense of the human-shaped heavy armors. Although these human-shaped heavy armors looked powerful, there were only four of them. There were more than a dozen people on the opposite side. In particular, it was particularly difficult to control the heavy armor. For a time, they were in a stalemate.

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.

“Vitae” “Arma impia” “Augendae armis” He casted a speed lease, a strength lease, and a vitality lease. The fourth lease he used was the one he had made himself. It covered him with an armour tailor made to accommodate his beast fighting form. The last one strengthened his armor.

with what seems like a long time, she was finally done demonstrating and she starts training the girls, making them do stretch outs, planks, side planks and many more. The girls were fast in learning, and this got them to proceed to the next stage, as she teaches them beginners level. It was hard for the girls to pick up at first but as they kept on trying over and over, they were slowly getting it...they trained till when it was time for the girls to go back home, Ari gave them two poles that have been dismantled so they can be practicing at home at their free time...Amalia and Nelly were very happy and tired, they said their goodbye before going back home...Ari, on the other hand, walks ou

Those who had worked their way out of the novice ranks and were trusted enough to control their own minds wore their facial expressions like masks, barely covering the bubbling mixture of exhilaration and fear which simmered just below the surface of their composure. “You alright?” Ally asked, her skin almost luminous in the pale light. I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak out my anxieties. I had helped Morpheus with his armour, marvelling at the gold-plated breast plate which had been engraved with a poppy – the symbol of the Dreamlands. He looked so dashing – like a knight from my wildest dreams – that it was hard to maintain serious about the whole fight... until I remembered t

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."