Mileena Teeth Mortal Kombat Novels & Stories

When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face. I hear someone coming from behind. Spinning around, I block a punch. This one is fast, but I’m strong. I grab his arm, and he grunts. His eyes widen as I twist him around, and he’s defenseless as I throw him into the pool. Water splashes, the ice blue water turning brown, and the man yells. “It burns,” he cries. “It burns!” So I was right to not get into the water. Thank God. The crack of a whip soars through the air, and I duck it. A Silver Hunter with long blonde hair peeking out from her helmet advances on me.

All of my teeth at the side of my face that Morgan broke felt loose inside my gums, and my breaths came out in rapid bursts. “KILL ME ALREADY!” I growled, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed all over the chest area of my training gear. The mad wolf chuckled simply, before booting me in my head and sending me crashing into the ground once more. For a brief second, it looked like I would pass out as my vision flickered. Then it stabilised, and I felt utterly gutted as soon as I found myself greeted by Morgan’s triumphant. “Don’t worry,” she reassured, “I won’t let you get away from me that easily.”

"I’m a botanist! I smell like dirt and tea leaves!" "You smell like Luna Silva," Francis corrected, closing the distance between them in two long strides. He stopped just inches from the counter, towering over Noah. The golden glow in his eyes was slowly receding, leaving behind a dark, tempestuous amber. "It’s on your hands. It’s in your clothes. It’s soaked into the floorboards of this place." Noah’s defensive posture faltered for a fraction of a second. "Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless."

Mom is fighting against 3 Undeads, while the pack’s patrol lies dead on the ground. One of the Undeads tries to sneak up on mom as she fights off the other two, so I rush towards him and once I’m close enough, I leap into the air and rip fucker’s head off with my teeth. As my paws touch the ground, I turn around and finish the guy by ripping him to shreds and crushing his heart with my teeth. I stand beside my mother, glaring murderously at the last guy alive, mockingly licking my chops at him.

The only thing I can say is that I don’t think that person was a human being, though I just can’t remember what race or time period. Looking to Meri as she and Lucy battle out on Mortal Kombat, I can’t help but smile that she has a good friend. Looking to Miguel who brushes off the advances of that girl Cathy, I wonder how things got here. I know Miguel would never quietly stand by and watch as she was abused.

I said, standing up and waving at him. Suddenly, I turned around and removed his mask while he wasn't watching. I blinked my eyes several times, was I mistaken? There was not a single scar on his face. Was he really M? Doctor Milka looked at me, "Very good, you asked for your dooms," he said as he punched me in the stomach, the first blow landed with a sickening thud, knocking the wind out of me and causing the room to spin. I tasted blood in my mouth as I struggled to stay on my feet, my body screaming in agony. Fear and panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation. This was no ordinary confrontation - Doctor Milka.....was he a martial artist?!

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.

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.

Dropping their dead bodies one after the other. Cleaning the sweat on my forehead. I was done within a minute. Breathing heavily. These fuc*ers. They thought they could stand a chance against me? My eyes catch a movement at a distance and I realise one of them was left. Ignoring the searing pain in my chest and back. I follow the creature. To grab him from behind and rip him into two. His scream echoes around to be silenced. As he lays dead at my feet. Dropping down on my knee I assess the dead and try to mind link my men to only find it blocked. What's happening?

She smiled. I made to smile back but an excruciating pain filled my body causing me to groan in pain. I looked down at my self and saw blood flowing out of my side. The bullet hit me instead. Makaila followed my eyes to my body and screamed when she saw the blood. I gave her a sad smile as I fell straight to my knee, my vision getting blurry. The last thing I heard was Makaila screaming my name before I feel into permanent darkness. **** Makaila's POV