Mileena Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Heather underestimated me, and now she gets to see what I'm made of. I crack my knuckles, pleasure at what's to come tickling the back of my brain. One punch and she's done for. One punch and-- "Oh my God." I drop my hand. What was I about to do? Was I really trying to... to kill her? Scrambling off Heather, I stare at my hands. What just happened? How did I even do those things? I don't know the first thing about fighting! Heather shakes and crawls backwards, trying to get away from me. She doesn't need to, though. They pushed me into the river, tried to make me walk into school naked, but I'm the monster.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he prepared for what seemed like an inevitable clash. Without a word, Marcus lunged forward, his fists clenched tightly. His movements were swift and precise, as years of training and combat experience guided his every action. Tirich, equally skilled, swiftly dodged Marcus's initial strike, his body twisting with grace. The two engaged in a deadly dance, their bodies weaving and ducking in a flurry of punches, kicks, and evasive maneuvers.

Aiden said with slight tears in his eyes Elena chuckled in pain “Do you want to see what Zane did to me?” Elena said with a painful smile and Aiden lowered his head. Elena remove the jacket from her body and stood stark naked in front of Elena. Her body is covered with marks. Aiden averted his eyes because he felt pain seeing Elena like this. “Look at me Aiden and look what you throw me into,” Elena said with pain in her eyes, she doesn’t care at all that she is standing naked.

I directed. "No special abilities, hand to hand only," I whispered to Melia before I started their match. She nods her head in acknowledgment. "Fight!" Nikita threw the first move but missed Melia. They do this dance a couple of times before Melia grabbed Nikki, spinning her around and up over her hip, slamming her onto the ground. Everyone gasped but the girls smiled at one another as Nikki found her feet again. They both got in a few good shots before the match was over but Melia had no problem keeping up, which surprised me because Nikki was one of our best she-wolf fighters in the pack.

But Melinda, driven by an indomitable spirit, snatched his incoming hand and expertly twisted it, subjecting him to an excruciating arm-bar lock. "Kieran, remember me!" she cried out, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and nostalgia. "Remember the days we grew up side by side, the battles we fought together. Remember our mama and everything she sacrificed for us. Remember Calista…." Her words spilled forth, heavy with tears, as she maintained her grip, her fingers intertwining with his in a submission technique.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Chapter 215: The Learning Curve milo pov Millen moved first. She was faster than I had anticipated… a blur of white and crimson as she closed the distance between us. Her fist drove toward my solar plexus with enough force to shatter ribs, collapse lungs, and end the fight before it truly began. But I didn't dodge.

Together, they were unstoppable, a synchronized force of destruction. Among the chaos, a familiar presence emerged — Milo Nero. His gaze met hers, filled with venom and amusement, a dangerous smile twisting his lips. “You’re persistent,” he sneered. “Still playing hero in a world that devours the naïve.” Amara’s blade gleamed under the dim lights. “And you never learn that monsters eventually meet their match,” she replied, voice steady and sharp. Their clash was brutal, a battle of wills, skill, and endurance. Every strike Milo made was countered with lethal precision. Luca intercepted his men, creating openings, and neutralizing threats, turning the battlefield into a controlled chaos.

She was using Bug as a human shield before lunging at Matilda and grabbing her. "One more shot and she dies! Want to see your mommy's blood on the floor?" She was holding a knife near Matilda's neck. "Don't. You. Dare..." Matilda didn't move. She was speechless. Just a moment ago, she thought Adam was dead. Yet here he was, standing in front of her. "You won't be able to kill me anyway," Mira said. "The Beam made me immortal. I just hate the pain when being shot." The Beam?

Rykor's POV Silently, I followed Nikita inside, my senses attuned to every nuance of her movements. The sunlight streamed through the mansion's tall windows, casting elongated shadows that seemed to wrap around her like spectres. Her gait was strong, a front for those who needed to believe in her invincibility. But as I watched her closely, I saw the seams of her façade fraying. When she reached the grand hall, she was no longer the Luna of Death but a tortured soul, weighted by burdens unseen. My heart ached for her, the contradiction of her existence. Outside, she was a monster—a killer. Inside, she was a scared little girl haunted by her curse.