Mileena Mortal Kombat Face Novels & Stories

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

Jared's face was a mask of amusement as he watched her reaction. "What the fuck do you want? Answer me!" Hector growled. Jonathan, Leonard, and a few other warriors trotted over at that moment. At the same time, Katia, Evangeline, and Maliyla walked up. "Oh, Alpha Hector, do you really want to die here in front of your pretty little mate?" Jared mocked. "If anyone is going to kill him, it's me," Maliyla said, her eyes flashing a light blue as she walked toward Hector. The smug grin on Jared's face started to dissipate as soon as Maliyla's eyes changed colors. It was at that moment that I saw his weakness.

My head stayed low to the ground so the pain in my expression was hidden. Mileena held my chin and lifted it. My hair slid back revealing my face and she grimaced. "You think you are better than us just because the late Queen handpicked you herself. You are nothing but the ugly chosen shit shoveler!" Her words bit deep without passing through my skin.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

Mel smirked as he smoothened his red tank top that almost covered his dark brown shorts. "Yeah, you win. Don't pity him." she reminded. "I should say the opposite to you, Lavana." he mindlinked before getting into the ring to face his opponent. They shook hands before introducing each other. Mel's opponent was named Eaden Kaine. They then stood on opposite ends of the ring, studying each other with sly smirks. "Bro, don't break your bone too easily," Eaden said in a carefree manner. "I'll try not to break too many of your bones," Mel replied with a chuckle.

Until today, a battle with Tadhg Walter is the real strength, his expression can't help but be gloomy. In terms of strength, and this level of peak powerhouse, the gap between him is still very large. As for Tadhg Walter, he snorted coldly, squeezed with both hands, and immediately a demonic qi appeared, condensing a terrifying demon face. Obviously, it's the Asura Ghost Face. Roaring! The Asura Ghost Face welcomed the resplendent power, peerless authority erupted, and in an instant, the Asura Ghost Face responded and broke. But in the sky, the authority punch still kills and descends.

The sharp aches flow up my arms, pulling at my nerves. “Apologize,” I order, reaching down and grabbing dickface by his collar. “For your disrespect of my mate. For going against the rules of the arena by fighting outside of the Challenges. For insulting me without provocation.” Dickface growls in response, then eats my fist as I bury it in his face. Over and over, my knuckles collide with his face, beating away skin and cracking bone. Blood gushes from his mouth, and he coughs. “What was that?”

"Mila." A few soft steps, and she places the pommel of a knife in my grip. I bring the razor edge to Mikhail's chin. Finally, his eyes widen. Fear always takes hold of a man at the end of his life. A satisfying thrill rushes through me. Maybe I don't hate this as much as I try to convince myself I do. "Fuck!" he roars as I glide the knife through his cheek, leaving a thin slash that weeps blood. "Fuck you, Sasha!"

I replied, embracing him tightly. As we got used to the place, I looked at Cetrion and Kronika “Kronika and Cetrion you two used to antagonists of Mortal Kombat 11 but after Mortal Kombat you arrived at my sanctuary, why the change of heart?” I asked the two. Kronika exchanged a glance with Cetrion before responding, "The world has changed, Arnold.”

the guy began indignantly, but he didn’t have time to finish. Mila looked at the Vistolian with wide eyes, sluggishly picked up a cobblestone and hit her brother without hesitation. It was clear that it was difficult for her to move, but the blow turned out to be strong enough for Kim to fall onto the stones of the square and freeze. Vik again had to wait, he kept looking back at the delonha, who had already turned two dead men into moving stumps and was finishing with the third. Last. But Vik himself had no weapons, he had nothing at all. Only a human body, easily able to die.