Kitana Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

she says in horror. "I know you have laws against that in your realm but here, I'm in charge. Killing a few humans is nothing as long as I survive to carry on the red dragon line. We'll begin rounding up the unfortunate sods tomorrow. Pepper says the sooner the better and we don't have much time to waste. The sacrifice should cover brittlemortis and the other one you just mentioned. Was that dribblemortis?" "Um, yeah, dribblemortis. I should have told you before that I might know a cure that won't require, um, sacrifices."

I know for a fact my ass is going to be on fire when we're reunited. Kaito holds up his hand before I answer. "You know what, don't answer that. I fight in a club, it's great cash." Thank fuck he's letting me off the hook, I was about to say I'm a lesbian. "You fight?" Okay, that is the most interesting thing I've heard in a while. "Like boxing?" He smiles as fully as his broken lips allow. "More like MMA, and it's also not on the legal side, so don't go looking for me on the internet because you won't find anything."

"Now, someone did make mention of the actual hello kitty's revenge sequel?" "Aww, come here, Suarez!!!" I said and hugged him. He embraced me tightly. "I take it that we get the actual revenge sequel?" He asked me. "Yup. And more. We have fun." I responded as I thought of the thrill that would come from clamping down on my husband's mistress, Hailey.

She shot me a glare. I tried to suppressed my chuckle, as her expression was priceless, seeing I dominate her in, well... everything. Then, more warriors began to approach us. I sniffed the air and didn't detect any alpha aura around. "Piece of cake," I confidently declared, striding ahead of Kitana, who now obediently trailed behind me. I swiftly clawed out most of their necks nearly almost at the same time, as my speed outmatching theirs. Kitana stood amazed, attempting to track my movements. But I knew she didn't catch much since, while killing these guys, I took some extra moments to glance in her direction too.

" I countered, but Damon Interjected almost immediately. "It's not risky business, Axle. They are not infallible, but they are going to save us a lot of headaches. Besides, most Packs have them, so why shouldn't we get one? I am suggesting the one you met at the beginning of the journey to get to the root of the killings."

Katie shouted at Dessler. Kiran hadn't expected Katie to speak up for him, but he didn't turn around, continuing forward. Dessler laughed, looking at Kiran, saying, "I don't know what you did to make these fools believe you can win." Dessler addressed the crowd, "Martial arts are ranked by levels. Kiran is only at Level Three Tempered Body, while I'm at Level Five. At Level Five, I can prevent my tendons, bones, and skin from being harmed. So how can Kiran kill me?"

That will threaten their control over our community. I cannot allow this; I will not allow this. “Hector!” Kit roars out at me, pulling a male to the ground that was coming for me from behind. Just like Jaxon, he kills him instantly…pulling his heart out. I guess they can’t grow back a new heart or a new head. Both deaths were just as final as the other. I remain as close to the door as I can, while a fight was happening out here…what kind of fight

K A I D A The bruises haven’t even faded from the last trial when Kita calls us back to the courtyard. No rest. No congratulations. Just silence and the weight of whatever comes next. Korra walks beside me, silent. Focused. There’s a tension in her shoulders that I recognize—because it mirrors my own. It’s not just about survival anymore. It’s about legacy. About preparing for whatever monster Lucien is planning to unleash next. Kita stands beneath the stone archway, dressed in armor that looks like it belongs in a history book. A long black coat trimmed in silver. A blade on her back that pulses faintly with energy I can feel from ten feet away.

" Smack! With a vicious swoosh, the scepter struck Sam's chest without any reservation. "Gahhh!" The searing pain shocked him fully awake, and his scream tore through the house. His thin pajama shirt split apart, revealing a long, crimson mark across his chest. Smack! Smack! Smack! Even then, the exorcists showed no sign of stopping. The three of them took turns, striking Sam's abdomen, ribs, and thighs over and over, their attacks raining down mercilessly.

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.