Mileena Mortal Kombat Face Novels & Stories

Donald, who saw that ignoring himself, sighed and said: "Are all Cimejes' subordinates all cowards? Don't they dare to fight back when stuffed in their assholes? I will hang you up on the Christmas tree today, and replace your majesty Cimejes tomorrow!" After hearing what Donald said this time, Thousand Faces immediately turned around and attacked Donald: "Silly, I will sew up your mouth today, and use your soul to create a new monster, and make you regret what you said today!" Seeing the mad face, Donald knew that he was definitely not his opponent and thought to himself:

"You can't possibly forget me. You know me so well, Mila.” "Ezra is dead. Don't try to be Ezra in front of me." Mila's voice trembled as she tried to bully the man. In fact, Mila almost fell to the floor if the man's strong arms didn't support her shoulders. "Look at me." Mila's body was rotated one hundred and eighty degrees until now Mila was facing a man whose face was very similar to Ezra's. Her face stiffened as she stared at the man's face. Mila wanted to push the man's chest away, but her body couldn't move because she was too shocked by what was happening before her eyes.

This was the very Milo who ranked first among the ten toughest people! He was the leader of Firebrand Base, a man who was said to have reduced his own base down to nothing but the last few survivors. When he heard Liam's voice, the man in the mask reached up and pulled off the black face cover. A tan, sun-darkened face appeared. Milo's face was lean, with a hint of foreign blood. His features were sharp and rugged, his brows heavy, his nose high and straight, and his eyes a clear amber color. Everything about him looked hard and unbreakable.

Death and blood lust was a strong and pungent stench that saddled the air as sharpened blades kissed flesh. Eleanor watched out the corner of her eye as Faceless voice evaded her and ran for the army behind her. Ducking low, she swept the feet of her canined opponent off the ground and advanced at the wolf. She brought down the hilt of her blade on it's head. It yelped in pain, but with one swipe in her direction, she was skidding across the forest floor. She disliked them with a fierce passion, but performing the actual kill was hard for her to even imagine doing. Jumping away from the arms of another, she watched Esmeralda appear behind them and crush their necks in her hands.

She rammed it into Kaye's temple. Kaye moaned in pain and loosened his grip on her. She attacked him once again, this time aiming at his neck. This completely removed herself from him. She rolled on the ground and knelt to catch her breath. Time was passing. Neither of them was weaker than the other. Melissa walked out of the restroom. She'd just washed her hands. She wiped her hands on her sleeves and walked past the glass doors to approach the battle arena. Suddenly, she saw a man with no face paint on. His face was apparent among the crowd.

What really caught my attention was the giant's face, his glowing red eyes, his flattened nose and his huge tusks of teeth protruding even from his closed mouth. The crowd cheered when Mord walked in. The whole space was filled with the noise of their cheers and clapping. I seized this opportunity to cast another look at Brian, and I was glad to see that he was unfazed by the appearance of his opponent. I knew that size was not a ruling factor in combat. Where Mord appeared huge and muscular, Brian was small and fast; this would be used as an advantage here. Mord stood before us with Mila by his side. Mila smirked smugly while I remained with a neutral expression. My face carried no expressi

Spade asked, his hand came to my waist. “Wait here.” I marched towards Vladimir. Once I was there, standing before the man who tortured a lot of women, I kneed him in the balls. “Where is Milena?” He barely reacted. With blood dripping down his eyebrow, he smirked. “She’s dead. The bitch is dead.” “You’re lying!” My chin trembled. I felt like I just failed Barbie. “He’s lying,” said the woman with a thick accent behind me. Goose bumps spread all over my skin. I swallowed hard and turned around. A blond woman with bruises on her face and arms was smiling at me. Her clothes were dirty but intact.

He doubles over, and I deliver a blow to his face with my fist. I turn to the woman, and she throws her sword straight at me. It flies towards my face, but I block it with my arm, batting it out of the way. Snatching it up, I throw it back at her, and it sails through the air and strikes her in the leg. I didn’t mean to throw it with so much force, but it’s still a relief to see it stuck in her. She cries out and falls to her knees, and I turn to the man. He’s back on his feet, and even though he’s limping there’s murder in his eyes.

"Wow! WHAT THE... Killian! He flicked his knuckles as if hitting me were a little annoyance. If you stroll about unscathed, it will appear suspicious. You now fit the scene. I touched my cheek with my hand. "That was painful!" "Excellent." He looked at his fighters. "Please bring me Alpha Kael. I would want to speak to my new puppet. Fantastic. Excellent. A damaged face and being strangled twice in one night were my rewards for faithfulness. I despise everyone! *** Mira’S POV The tunnel was so dark that I had to dash with one hand against the wall to avoid hitting my face. My feet almost touched the earth, my pulse raced, and my breath reverberated.

She’s cornered with Phantom and Raze, both of them holding guns. Then I see it as Sean spins. The gleam of metal as he raises his arm. No. My heart seems to stop, and time stands still, almost. I launch forward, but I won’t make it. I fucking won’t make it. I roar, but I’m too far. It crashes into the back of Milena’s skull with a sickening crack. Her entire body jerks, and a bloodcurdling scream leaves her lips. Phantom’s boot slams into her gut. She folds as her body crumples.