Kitana Mortal Kombat: Deadly Alliance Novels & Stories

The House of Mortem; North of the Realm Kazamir's POV "Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."

Not only because of what he was, but because he had studied all of Rowan’s moves and skills—just like he’d done with almost every pack member except Alpha Derek and Alaric, whose fighting styles were too hard to observe and analyze as a human. “And one more thing,” Alpha Derek said, his voice dropping low. Lancelot looked up. “It happens tomorrow night,” Alpha Derek said. “And it’s a death match.” Lancelot’s breath caught immediately because a death match meant no yielding, no surrender, and no mercy.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ “A… death match?” he repeated, his voice breaking slightly. "One of us has to kill the other?” The words came out barely above a whisper, disbelief warring with the reality of w

Lyla was close to the Consummation of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, so she could defeat twenty opponents at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation. Meanwhile, Rebella had cultivated the Marciais Combat Form and could take on five opponents. Xitlaly, on the other hand, was slightly weaker. However, she had both the Marciais Combat Form and Orient Force. Thus, she could easily fight three opponents at once. With the three of them with him, they were almost unstoppable as long as they did not provoke major forces similar to the Timaeus Sect. Truett, Adair and Xatia were in the middle grade of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. However, they had the Marciais Combat Form to fight opp

Everything that should have been engaged in combat within the labyrinth was now plainly visible on this battlefield. The five Alpha siblings, who should have been Cassian's adversaries, wielding divine lightning from the skies, appeared equally bewildered by the unfolding events. /CLANG! CLANG!/ Shortly after Cassian's cries had resonated so audibly in my ears, the tranquil battlefield was once again filled with a loud sound, the clash of two sharp objects. I couldn't recall anyone carrying swords into this battle, given that nearly all of Maximilian's kingdom's soldiers had perished. Only the Alpha power users remained, who had no need for swords.

"The Vance syndicate has spent years suffocating this city's underground, and they just tried to burn my sanctuary to the ground. I want their distribution lanes, I want their black-market connections, and I want Victoria Vance ruined. You want your empire secured. We have a common enemy." Malakai stood perfectly still for a long, agonizing moment. The silence between us stretched, thick with a suffocating, electric tension. He took two slow steps toward the altar, closing the distance until I could smell the familiar, intoxicating scent of rain and expensive tobacco radiating off him. "An alliance," Malakai murmured, his dark eyes locked onto my mask with a piercing intensity that made my h

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

I found the name of the club the Red death but it has a different name on it, it has Rarf's name attached to it. It had to be some other Rarf right? For the business aspect, I need to ask Nico about it and he will never release those type of information to me so I knew the passwords for some things and with that I was able to hack into their software system. They were a lot of documents and thankfully, they were in serial letters, A-Z. I search for Alvaro and found out that he wanted someone to died, looking at the face I remember that I was the one that killed the person and his entire family consisting of kids as well.

"Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman" "And lastly...oops that's all for now" Kim chuckled. "This is our three best assassin in the Venom Tract cult group. Katarina has 50 kills with 2 fails. Brute is a human Abbatoir. He tears human limb for limb for the fun. He has 60 kills and just 1 fail. Kiba a very good hand to hand combat expert. Knows 4 different fighting techniques, and to top it up he is an expert in sword fighting." "I didn't sign a death wish" Abel said, taking of his shirt. Exposing the blood dripping sword cut at his back from Kiba. "Did the price on my head go up. Or you all just want me dead quickly."

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.