Kitana Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

"You should know what I did then, right?" Before Morty could finish speaking, Chase shot forward like an arrow. His right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and he dashed toward Morty with lightning speed. "Hmph, you're seeking death!" Morty's expression darkened as he waved his arm, summoning a pitch-black dagger into his hand. The dagger was completely black and covered in strange patterns. It was surrounded by a swirling dark mist and exuded an intense, chilling force. Morty's cultivation had reached the peak of martial arts saint, making him one of the top powerhouses even in Capital City.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

At my side, Damian freezes, his hand still in mine—but his body already gone. In the past, I’d begged them not to let the mate bond take root, to stay loyal, to reject her before it was too late. But they had refused—choosing her over me without hesitation. I won’t make that mistake again. I won’t give them the villainess they so desperately want. I swallow the bile rising in my throat and steady my smile. “Alpha Damian. Luna Nara,” the Beta announces formally, “Alpha Lucian has returned.” Damian doesn’t speak. He rips his hand from mine, the warmth vanishing instantly, and rushes forward like a man possessed. The world around him ceases to exist. He doesn’t look back. He never does.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

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.

“I have all the magic in the universe at my disposal. It wouldn’t be smart for you to try and fight me. Besides, I already beat you when I had no magic.” Gator laughed. “You can’t actually think you beat me, can you? I mean, honestly, you know that I let you defeat me so that you would feel strong enough to go after the stone, so that Slate would be convinced that now was as good a time as ever? Look at you. A tiny little girl who must weigh less than one of my legs. And I am a skilled warrior who has been battling and training for hundreds of years.

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.

“DO NOT MISTAKE ME AS WEAK AGAIN ALPHA. HUMAN OR NOT I CAN FIGHT FOR MY PEOPLE.” “Very well I agree but I would like a word alone.” She nods her head in agreement. “Absolutely not Ire. I will not leave you alone with someone who I just learned killed you.” “I AM HER MATE.” “Correction Alpha your are the prideful judgemental Jackass that rejected the best thing in his life, that allowed her to be beaten, raped then went as far as to kill her. You are nothing and I will never allow you to hurt my lovey again.”

I said, seeing Jack riding on my back. As my group walked back to Deepsea Metro. Jack the Ripper my personal and favourite servant from Fate/Grand Order looked at Kronika “Kronika, the antagonist of Mortal Kombat Eleven. I never knew that the antagonists would be helping Mother” said Jack. As we arrived at the Deepsea Metro, Karuji was taking care of the injured and wounded.