Mileena Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Cost: 200 System Points * [Combat Skill Scroll: Advanced Blade & Point Mastery (E-Rank)] — Direct neural integration of fluid close-quarters killing techniques designed for high-density target joints. Cost: 100 System Points Mira’s eyes scanned the items, lingering on the top two. Her current physical limit was her biggest bottleneck. She had managed to kill the Behemoth through cold spatial tactics, precise targeting, and sheer grit, but a single indirect hit had cracked her ribs. If she encountered an E-Rank variant with speed rather than brute force—like a Stalker—she wouldn't get the chance to set up a trap.

She was a quick one too, built like a runner, she was tall and lithe. He however went after her, if she brought him here then she had been told to do so. Who else would take him from the water’s edge but the enemy? He didn’t care if she was here alone. He didn’t doubt that someone was in control of this mortal. It was nothing to snap her neck, but he needed information first. If she thought she was going to imprison him again, she was fucking wrong. He’d choke the life right out of her and lose no sleep over it. What he didn’t get was why a mortal. Thor found them lesser, and those with Surt wouldn’t see them as worth their time unless she was special. Unless she had something to give or get

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

Each face in the crowd looked on at me in absolute horror, as if they were preparing themselves to witness my death. I looked on at the rumored Alpha Killian as he came to a stop a mere five feet in front of me. I could finally see where all of the rumors had come from. While I stood at a whopping 5'3', Alpha Killian had to be well over 6' tall. Not only did he tower over me in height, but the frame of his body was enormous, with hands as big as my entire face. I resisted a shutter as I thought about how easily he could crush me, and end my simple life. Taking a deep breath, I looked up into the face of my mate, and felt my mouth open.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

He must know who we are, because the second he and his buddies saw us, they charged. His sword comes down, but Alec ducks. The blade buries itself in the bridge's railing, where the Silver Hunter has to yank it back out. Searching deep within myself, I find that well of power and call on it. The energy is already there, rising to the surface. I rush into the man and knock him sideways, so that he tumbles over the bridge. With amazing speed and agility, Alec leaps over my head and lands on the next Silver Hunter. There's a sickening crack, and that's two enemies down.

However, he has trained with the beast for five whole years and was bound to get all his skills, but there was this MOLART's skill he did not possess. Everyone knew MOLART has a unique skill he used against his enemies; the skill is called Jamba. It kills in three minutes. According to my father, that skill cuts every vein and artery in the body and the person will not know for exactly three minutes, then they would crumble and die. I did not think MOLART taught him that skill, because if he did, I knew Khalid would use it on everyone and he would use it on me.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She swung her feet up and down, looking at Mila with a mysterious smile. "How did I know? Well, when we bumped into her on the night of Red Moon's Blast, she looked so lost and perplexed on everything surrounding her," Kori started. She giggled, then, pouted, "Then, we knew from someone that she was actually a mortal." Mila was about to say something when Kori suddenly stood up. Kori's hands were placed behind her back, taking small steps towards her. The wrinkles on her forehead got deeper when the kid leaned closer on her.

I gagged and kicked my legs and jerked my body from their grasp, but they were far stronger than me. Connar yanked my face by my hair and pressed his mouth against my ear, whispering, “We’re going to do what our boss should have done months ago. We’ll kill you and nobody will find your rotten body. No one is going to save your pitiful life this time, baby.” His words gave a bolt of panic in my chest. My entire body was shaking with dread. They were going to kill me in absence of Luther. “He….” I tried to shout, but the tape was blocking my voice.