Mileena Mortal Kombat Face Novels & Stories

Whatever initial shock people had experienced was quickly being replaced by anticipation, because it turned out that watching someone else’s suffering was significantly more enjoyable than experiencing your own. Then the chanting started. “Varka!” “Varka!” “Varka!” Ah. That’s her name. Good to know. The giant woman lifted a fist into the air and the cheering intensified immediately, which told me everything I needed to know about how this fight was expected to end. I glanced toward Milena. She wasn’t cheering. Unfortunately, that wasn’t particularly comforting either. The expression on her face translated perfectly into one simple sentence. “You’re dead meat.”

​The face of the Alpha Emeritus was a cruelty I hadn't expected from a planetary consciousness. It was a mask pulled from the deepest, most painful layer of Killian’s memory, a calculation designed to paralyze us. But as the figure stepped forward, the static on its face didn't just resolve; it shimmered with that same flat, matte grey that had infected the students at the university. This wasn't a ghost. It was a biological echo using a familiar shape to deliver a death sentence.

I went to her side right away; gave her a hug I was glad that she was alive. When I broke the hug, I could see that she had a confuse look on her face. Then I took notice that her fur was shining. I notice everyone was looking at her, I told her I will show her. I took out my phone, and place on the camera I pointed it to her directions. So, she could see for herself, once she saw her reflection, I can tell she had questions, especially the mark that was now on her forehead. Mileena shifted back this time she still had her clothes on. A Few minutes later the elders approached then Elder Vernon told Mileena that she was destin for greatness.

"If you want to die, I'll help you. Traitors from Earth, if I want to kill you, no one can stop me." Boom! No Face charged straight at Flaming Qilin. He struck out with his palm. His terrifying Internal Breath condensed into a long river and rolled over. Flaming Qilin roared. The Red Flame Qi around his body swept out, but it was forcibly destroyed by No Face's palm force. With a boom, Flaming Qilin's flesh was torn apart, and his body almost exploded. He coughed out large mouthfuls of blood as he flew outwards.

The man holding Mila froze momentarily, panic flashing in his eyes, but before he could react further, a brutal punch landed on his jaw, sending him staggering backward. Another man lunged for the second assailant, delivering blow after blow with precision, while the others restrained them effortlessly. In the chaos, a tall figure strode in, exuding raw power and dominance—Arine. His piercing gaze fell on Mila, taking in her trembling form, the knife's crimson-stained blade, and the tears streaking her pale cheeks. His eyes darkened into a storm of fury, a chilling promise of vengeance swirling within them.

Milena asked, desperately not wanting to spar with her. Angie tilted her head. “Are you scared, cupcake?” she asked, and Milena swallowed. “Rule number one: A mobster should never be afraid of his or her enemy. Fear is the worst thing that could weigh you down,” she said, her eyes piercing straight to Milena's core. Milena muttered. "I'm not afraid." Angie chuckled. "Brave. I’ll give you that." Without warning, Angie lunged, throwing a punch toward Milena’s face. Milena barely managed to dodge, stumbling back as her heart raced. Angie didn’t give her time to recover, closing the distance and sweeping her leg, sending Milena crashing to the ground.

I just keep bringing them down, a feral growl escaping our lips. "LEON!" Serena notices, her hands rising, "MORTEM" she screams. I know enough latin to know what that means, her stupid delusional crush gone as she goes for the kill. Luckily Mira is quicker, she stands up strong, her own arms rising, "REPELLERE" it looks like something out of a tacky movie, the power from both of them meeting in the middle as they struggle to over power each other.

"What good is face to face combat if I'm outnumbered?" "You have seen me fight and I have been outnumbered. These." She growls as she taps her hands. "Are your deadliest weapons. I have killed people with these bare hands, Mila. Discipline and self-control can be lethal when they mix. Now, hit me!" She snarls short of a roar. "Whatever. I'm done for today." I huff feeling emotionally and mentally drained. I know Neriman means well and she is right, but, we've been going at this for hours and still, I am unable to land a single blow. She's fast and moves with the grace of a poised dancer.

Kinder smirks, sitting on the hood of his own car to watch the fight. “To submission,” Charles stumbles a little. “No, this will be to the death. Anyone who challenges me or disrespects my Luna, my children, or me will be killed. I will not tolerate disrespect.” Milo takes his stance. “Stay alive, Charles.” Charles attacks and Milo counters. Milo kicks him in the back as Milo dodges the second attack. The captains are watching in disbelief. Milo was a good fighter, but they never expected him to be this good. Charles is struggling and finally gets caught by the throat.

I want him to fight back to make my game exciting. His face is in my head now and I smiled a little when I remembered when he told me that he loved me. What a fool? How could he love me if he didn’t even know me? He tried to fool me with that word. He thought I would bite into it but he was wrong because I wanted him… I WANT HIM DEAD!