Four Armed Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

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.

Digging deep into my trembling arms. “Let go!” She screamed. I tried to balance myself but she was stronger. I tried my best and then I took the dagger back. I hold the dagger daring her to act but she stepped forward glaring at me. She held my hand back and we both held the dagger. No of us let go and before I could figure what was happening she launch at me again. A loud cry escaped my lips, the sound birds flying by filled the air. A sharp pain pierced through my shoulder in between my collarbone.

His face goes grim, and he motions for me to come closer. "There's at least four of them in there," he whispers. "And they're armed." My heart sinks. Four against two doesn’t sound like great odds, especially if they are armed. But I can't just give up. Not when Nora's life is on the line. "We have to take them out," I whisper back. "How?" Brynn whispers. Marlow cracks his knuckles. "Easy. I'll shift and take care of them." I give him a hard look. "I'm glad you figured out what your powers are, but let's be reasonable. You can't take them all on."

If one thing could be said, it was that Jormungand had presence. “You can go in.” The other said. “No weapons.” He commented pointing at her blade. It was in a casing so you couldn’t tell it was imbued. “And you, I’m sure you are packing.” The men moved to check them and take the weapons. Jormngand however didn’t let a hand touch him. He reached over and with a quick twist and hit he broke the man’s arm in three places. The other stopped reaching for her when he looked at him.