Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

"You didn't tell me that you were about to be murdered." "Lucres if anyone should be hunted down and killed, it's you. Got that?" Armani vented. "So let's play." He laughed cynically. His men were positioned behind him for safety. We were totally outnumbered, all I had was Armani and the driver then there was me whose Martial art skills were just developing and I was in a stupid ball gown tonight. All I could handle were shot guns in addition to my dagger which was strapped to my thighs underneath the goddamn dress.

knew that it was useless to talk, so their expressions became serious. As they shouted, they put on their armor, which was gleaming. They were of three different colors, cyan, blue, and purple, with good shape, which were as dignified as emperor's armor. The eldest one held a cyan long spear, the younger one held a blue axe, while the youngest one held purple twin hammers. The glaring Qi spread out of their bodies like a burning flame. As Martial King realm experts, their Qi circulated in their bodies like blood at a very fast speed, which could condense armor and weapons comparable to the divine armor and weapons.

They wasted no time and attacked altogether but he quickly dodges their deadly assault. He expertly kills them in one swift. Without any weapon, Mort used his raw strength and fought them barehandedly. His eyes glint in bloodlust. Going into appalling carnage, he started smashing his enemies' faces on the wall with one hand, twisting their heads off, breaking torsos and limbs with his extraordinary strength. The T-shirt was stretched tight over his bulging chest. Mort stood tall and beastly, and he was crushing his enemy like small goblins. "Die! You bastard!" One man shouted and shot a dagger in Mort's direction but he dodged the blade and it darted into the wall. Move like a bullet, Mort c

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

“It’s time to choose.” Her breath caught as he raised his hand, and the room exploded in light. The light was blinding, a sharp, searing flash that forced Sasha to shield her eyes. The heat of it licked at her skin, and the room filled with the sound of cracking walls and shattering furniture. When the brilliance faded, Marcus stood in the middle of the wrecked study, an aura of raw power radiating from him. Behind him loomed several figures—warriors from the Elder Clans, their forms barely human, their eyes glowing like molten gold.

I turned the power of the gun to medium and shot his left arm first, watching it explode and detach from his body and I was deaf to his scream. "That is for Kelly," I shot his right arm next. "For Mishka," I pointed the gun to both of his legs. "To the father who taught you how to walk." By now, the fight was over around us and only Mortel's deafening screams filled the place. I watched him writhe and begged for his pathetic life. "Did you hear their pleas? Did you show them mercy?" I asked coldly and pointed it at his head next. "This is for me, the sister you bullied and tried to kill a lot of times, and this is my punishment for you as my brother."

He was a fighter of four-star military king caliber, yet Liam was able to take his attack so easily and even sent him flying. What stunned Kenneth even more was that his entire arm was a blood mess at that moment. It was hanging off him in a strange shape. That was because the bones in his entire arm were completely shattered. Some of his broken bones were jutting out of his flesh. It looked incredibly scary. Liam was able to send a fighter at the level of a four-star military king flying. That meant he was much stronger than Kenneth. That would mean Liam was at the level above the military king and at least at the God of War level, would it not?

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.

She now held two abnormally large sickles in her hands, and Anima had two large morning-star hammers. They both launched at each other again at superspeed, cracking the ground behind them. Anima swung the left hammer toward Mortem's head. Mortem leaped out of the way, and the hammer slammed into the ground, destroying the concrete floor completely. Mortem swung her right sickle at Anima, but she quickly used her right hammer to block the attack. The sickle came into point contact with one of the ball’s spikes, and a large wave spread out, pushing everybody around away.

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.