Mileena Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

Still—she laughed. Broken. Defiant. “You can’t kill me,” she rasped. “You can’t. I’m immortal.” Milandra stepped closer. “I have no plan of doing that.” The air grew heavier. Cold. Ancient. Milandra raised her hand slowly—and Soraya screamed. A soul-deep, blood-curdling howl that shook the cave. Milandra’s fingers curled like she was pulling something invisible out of Soraya’s chest. Something dark. Something rotten. The black smoke around Soraya thickened, twisted, then funneled straight toward Milandra’s hand. Soraya thrashed violently as the power ripped out of her, her veins turning black under her skin.

"Are you okay, Doctor?" Michelle asked looking at her through the mirror. "Alive!" Vera answered. "Please don't lecture me now, I have heard enough." She rolled her eyes. Michelle shook his head and stayed silent. "Am I missing something?" Vlad took a seat beside Vera and closed the door. "Nothing much, your minions and I are having small talks..." Vera replied. "They are doing their work, Wife!... Don't go so hard on them..." Vlad chuckled. "I know you have met Mila before but let me introduce you two again... Mila is one of my trusted assistants and assassins."

It felt like he is about to crush my windpipe; I gasped for breath. “Fuck, Kandreah, no! Stop, for fuck sake! This is not Noosha. That is my daughter. She just fucking healed you!” Malleteagan roared while still fighting off Meeran, who used the moment of Malleteagan’s lack of focus to knock him down the floor with a mighty round kick. Meeran overpowered him, and they continued to struggle and wrestle.

"Yes, we'll definitely listen to you." Justin smiled. "Don't worry. I'll modify your soul slightly so you'll follow my commands obediently." At that moment, Milo felt no fear. She had long been accustomed to life-and-death situations. Ever since becoming a martial artist, she had anticipated such a day. After joining the headquarters to fight Malevolent Phantoms, the chances of dying were naturally even higher. The headquarters' intelligence turned out to be wrong this time. There weren't just three B-tier Malevolent Phantoms in this village. Those two women were also B-tier Malevolent Phantoms, but that did not matter—she could kill them all alone.

I waited for an opening. The creature swung its arm. Elena ducked and struck its knee. It staggered. That was my chance. I lunged. The Widow-Maker entered its side. The creature shrieked. I pushed deeper. The blade struck something hard. Its core. The Mimic convulsed. A burst of black energy threw me backward. I crashed against the reception desk. Pain shot through my back. Elena stepped away as the creature collapsed. The System appeared. [Elite Mimic defeated.]

It sucked that he couldn’t. A few feet in front of him, the drug lord eased toward the bed, bare hands outstretched menacingly, then yanked back the blankets on the big bed. “Get ready to die, bitch!” “Sorry. You get me instead.” Before Montilla could whirl and attack, One-Mile smacked the drug lord on the head with the butt of his weapon. The sadistic bastard crumpled to the ground. Time to take this fucker down a few notches…

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Fuck with my girl again and I will be putting a restraining order against you, I will get you banned from this arena and I will make you life a living hell’ He scoffed at my threat. ‘I have connections to the Russian mafia’ I lied, ‘it will be easy to make it look like an accident’ I had seen this done in American movies so often, it was worth a try. He didn’t seem to take me too seriously but I would never let him hurt Avery again. ‘Kuzco!’ The team owner called, ‘Everything okay?’

I fell asleep too. I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head hoping to see Ivory but Millie was laying beside me. She licked my face and I sat up straight immediately. "Morning.." I turned to see Ivory just got out of the shower and I smiled looking at her. "What's with that face?" She looked at me confuse but I decided to turn to Millie. "Hello Millie." I hugged her and pulled the blanket up again. "I have work, Leon." She said and I pretended to sleep again.

Just die without pain, this condition was the better choice, if he has. Bang! He paralyzed when seeing his friend died and gets hit, counterattack starts launch by Mortal stage 6 from Lao camp, he doesn't have a traumatic from the afternoon event, reacts fast when the opportunity comes. He reserves power only for defense, staling time until this situation solved by Master 3. He smirks, wants to use absolute strength when the enemy mentally was dropped, right his leg kicks the fragile enemy. Bang! Not feeling pain, the enemy died miserably. He still punches many times, the severed suffering from resist being attack by two enemies stay on his mind, hate after a dead person was standard in the