Mileena Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

My head was a mess. Gaming was my usual safe haven. My Zen space. The one place where a little wimp like me could be a powerful martial artist or a world-class athlete at the flick of a button. I sat down in my gaming chair, put on my headset, and loaded up Mortal Kombat 11. Time to kick some ass! I found my favorite lobby where serious gamers hung out and opened a challenge. I chose Liu Kang, the world’s greatest warrior. My opponent chose Skarlet, the blood witch.

A reminder to every ally and rival that the Moonlit Pack lacks nothing. I spot her almost immediately—an aging Luna with two massive Irish Wolfhounds at her heels, sweeping through the hall like a queen, her Alpha a step behind her. His roguish smirk isn’t for the crowd. It’s for her. His gaze rakes her body with unrepentant hunger, as if she’s still the girl he first claimed under a harvest moon. Emily and Kylean Silver Moon. My mother's old leaders.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

He smirks, the bastard knows exactly how that sounds. ‘That’s a fucking relief,’ Zanthe mutters dryly. “Lieutenant Quinn, you’re up first,” Thompson calls. Mila strides forward. She’s still panting, but she’s not about to keel over like some of the others. They circle each other, both focused, both coiled tight. Mila lunges first—she’s quick, wickedly fast, light on her feet, moving more like a cat than a wolf. Thompson, though… he’s a battering ram. For someone so massive, he’s surprisingly nimble, and I can practically feel the shockwaves from his hits.

She just reached out and grabbed her doll intimately, as if she was super scared to let it go. Helene laughed heartily when she saw her daughter's behavior. "What is it that you are constantly terrified of, my dear? Your doll will never leave you. Take a seat and let's eat. Melpomene could perhaps sit right next to you so you can keep a watchful eye on her," she proposed. Jasmine heeded her mother's instruction and positioned her doll on the empty seat next to her. She gripped her mother's hand, which surprised Helene, and shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was also clutching the doll's hands on the other.

You would think there would be some end to her depravity, but she just keeps going deeper. “Bronx, just lis-” “She’s the reason my sister is dead, Milo. Maybe you remember Lenora? She was your mate. That Mavri Magea bitch used magic to slice her almost in half. Sound familiar?” I throw my hands out to the sides and shake my head. Milo has nothing to say. He just stands in front of me, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. If he cries right now, I’m walking away.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

He asked. “Everything.” Mila sighed. Mila looked at me as I walked in to their bedroom. “I suppose I have some stuff to tell you.” “Yes, you do have stuff to come clean about.” “I’m sorry, Jason. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way. I hope you can forgive me.” Jason kept a blank expression, waiting for her to continue. Mila sighed and looked back at me, ignoring him. “I am an ancient soul. Reincarnated, to be exact. However, this time, they gave me a purpose. To kill Astra. I always wanted to be loved for me. Jason didn’t exactly get a second chance mate. When I put him under, the potion I gave him made him think we would be mates. His wolf was dying a rather unpleasant death, and I w

Lyla was close to the Consummation of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, so she could defeat twenty opponents at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation. Meanwhile, Rebella had cultivated the Marciais Combat Form and could take on five opponents. Xitlaly, on the other hand, was slightly weaker. However, she had both the Marciais Combat Form and Orient Force. Thus, she could easily fight three opponents at once. With the three of them with him, they were almost unstoppable as long as they did not provoke major forces similar to the Timaeus Sect. Truett, Adair and Xatia were in the middle grade of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. However, they had the Marciais Combat Form to fight opp

Just as she braced herself for the final strike, a sudden gust of wind tore through the air, crashing into the beast and halting its attack in a heartbeat. It was someone familiar. Miracle strained her eyes to see. She thought it might be the twins or perhaps Hayden. To her surprise, it wasn't. It was Melvin. Never had she seen him fight like this. His movements were fluid, almost unnatural, like someone who had trained for lifetimes. It was flawless—too flawless for a mere mortal. That was the problem. How could an ordinary mortal fight against an immortal?