Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

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

"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"

I held up my spear to him signally I was ready. “Well, Alred has all of them, one arm of tribal swirls, one arm of stripes, he’s got paw prints on his back and chest. I couldn’t tell you everything he’s got but he’s got them all.” He raised a sword to challenge but I saw him slip a few daggers in his back pocket. “You?” I looked at his arms, Anju wouldn’t allow him to be shirtless but he was in a sleeveless top that tied up a quarter from the top. He had stripes, four on one arm and two on his left. They were varying thicknesses.

I yanked my hand away from his mouth and rolled off him, causing him to stare at me, eyes wide, before reaching for my wrist, desperation etched in the line of his arm. “What? We’re done?” I shook him off, gathering up my scattered clothes from the floor without looking at him. He was my last resort to take my mind off things, but what did I really expect? He was just as much of a jerk as his brother. “You’re a pro at killing the vibe, you know that? Go fuck yourself.” I turned for the bathroom, but he snagged me by the waist, arms wrapping tight, pinning me in place.

He's out of the bathroom already, and his boxers is already covering the lower part of his body. He's currently patching his chest wound, and for a minute straight, Pearl couldn't form a word. From her spot, she could count like six moles on his visible body, and they're so brutally beautiful, just like him. His six packs stood balanced on his ripped chest, and his chiseled abs looks professionally sculptured. His masculine veins rippled through his skin, especially the skin on his forearms, and two veins ran down his tummy, to his incredible v-line which led to his...

He grabbed a knife. A scream ripped from Marcus's throat as Luther sliced off two of his fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut, There' was this bitter taste rising in my throat.. The coppery smell of blood grew stronger, and the scream echoed in my head Luther wasn't buying it. "Now, I'm gonna help you say your final goodbyes to your brother." He grabbed the gun, the cold metal shining faintly in the dark. He pulled back the hammer. The click echoed, sharp and final..

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

boom. The four ghost servants had rather strong powers, and they weren’t afraid of dying at all. After fending off their attacks several times, Alex felt a slight pain in his arm bones. These fellows had hardier bodies than of ordinary Grandmasters. If Alex didn’t have the Mystic Armor, and if he was an ordinary Grandmaster, his hands would’ve been broken.

However, he has trained with the beast for five whole years and was bound to get all his skills, but there was this MOLART's skill he did not possess. Everyone knew MOLART has a unique skill he used against his enemies; the skill is called Jamba. It kills in three minutes. According to my father, that skill cuts every vein and artery in the body and the person will not know for exactly three minutes, then they would crumble and die. I did not think MOLART taught him that skill, because if he did, I knew Khalid would use it on everyone and he would use it on me.

Still, he firmly believed that I had to be alive, and he was going to find me no matter what. Suddenly, a stray bullet whizzed right past him, grazing his arm. Vernon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm as blood began seeping out of his skin and into his clothes. Yet, he never stopped. He just gritted his teeth and continued moving forward. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly thought he heard someone calling my name. He immediately looked up and saw that I was safe and sound and still in one piece while giving out orders to the medical personnel there.