Kitana Mortal Kombat Character Novels & Stories

The other Imperial Dragon members wanted to help Rupert but hesitated, shocked by Jenny's overwhelming power. Jenny, like a tigress, stood ready to strike again. As Rupert was about to hit the ground, Kiran grabbed his ankle, slamming Rupert's head into the ground, creating a deep pit. He then dragged Rupert back to where he had stood, like dragging a dead dog. Rupert finally let out a miserable cry, his mouth and nose bleeding. The Imperial Dragon members watched in shock, suddenly reminded of Kiran's fierce reputation, akin to the legendary warrior James Marston, who could take the head of an army of thousands.

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

Kinoshita was trembling in fear while his face was swollen entirely with blood trickling in the corner of his mouth. Anyone who did not witness what happened before would have thought that Harvey was just beating up an old person. Not only did Kinoshita not dare to resist, but he also was not even showing any resentment in his eyes. He understood clearly that he would have been killed in seconds if the God of War in front of him actually tried! Even an ant would cling to its life. Who would not be scared to die in this day and age? “Do it then! “How can you even face Lord Kitagawa if you do nothing after he gives you a chance?!

Alex asked. Mr. Kitagawa scoffed coldly. “Of course, I’m not a ninja. I’m an ancient—” Alex couldn’t be bothered to listen to his introduction. “Get lost!” If Mr. Kitagawa was a ninja, Alex would’ve been slightly interested. But since he wasn’t, Alex didn’t want him to stay. “Take this!” Mr. Kitagawa shouted angrily as he threw a punch at Alex. Mr. Kitagawa was a martial arts expert who studied an ancient form of Japanese martial art known as Katori Shinto Stream. His level of cultivation was extremely close to Mystic rank. This was also how he caught Frank Accardo’s eyes, and why Frank intentionally invited him from Japan.

Based purely on strength, Black Dragon was evidently stronger than Kamaitachi. Shock flashed across Kamaitachi’s face. Nicknamed as the legendary sickle weasel, his main training focus had been in strength, and all this while, he had absolute faith in his power. Even in that massive tribe he served, among the countless experts, Kamaitachi had confidence that his strength could overpower most fighters. However, as he faced this average tribe’s fighter, just this one punch made him realize their difference. After that exchange, both men paused for half a second before the two silhouettes clashed again.

It contains other important details of his future victim. Seraphine, a renegade assassin 24 years old female. 5’5” height 63 Kg weight. Black hair, Medium. Light brown skin tone. Lives in a small 2 storey apartment at Marikina. The target is highly guarded. Be careful, she is capable of all 6 techniques. Concealment needed is “Terroristic”. When he read the message, he knew he would have a hard time in this last mission but he have to do it to give up this life and start the dream life of Akira and him.

The blindfold which clung to his face was already damp with sweat. Karma stood over Marcus's naked body, she then reached for her bag, and brought out a ball that could fit into a mouth, she leaned on the bed and slashed his cheek with the knife. Horrified, Marcus opened his mouth to scream, but Karma placed the ball into his mouth, stopping him from screaming. She then covered his mouth with a cloth, tying it firmly by the side. Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive.

He lifted the hammer that came to him and glanced behind her for a second. “How well do you think someone fights when they lose what matters?” Thor asked with a chuckle. She now felt a bit of blood trickle from her nose. She also felt Jor coming, and without looking knew he was now behind them by several feet. He didn’t move forward because no matter how fast he was. Thor was going to kill her first. “I am shocked Jormungand, a mortal? This little scarp of a thing?” He said with a laugh and shook Serenity slightly. She however didn’t make a sound she was concentrating. Thor’s mistake was touching her. She was just waiting for her opportunity.

This was war. The Kansa Mortals stood across from them, towering in presence and fierce in talent. Each player moved with the precision of machines but burned with something wild in their eyes, untamed determination, the kind that tasted like blood and sweat. At the center of it all was their Ace, Kota Roku.