Mortal Kombat 9 Sonya Blade Novels & Stories

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

My warriors gave chase, driving them from our land. I shifted back, breathing hard, covered in blood and dirt, but victorious. We headed back to the packhouse. Lyra ran to me from where she had been kept safe, Leo in the arms of his nanny behind her. Her eyes were full of relief. She threw herself into my arms, and I held her tight. She looked toward Marcus’s fallen body, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she said, voice steady, “I won’t cry for a man who wanted to kill me and my mother. Let him rot.”

But I don't feel it. When I open my eyes,I see Sharon in front of me.Somehow,she had stopped the rock. "Sharon-" "Give me your knife",she says and places an open hand behind her.As soon as I placed the handle in her palm,it was like she dissapeared. She got to Blade at the speed of light before he could do anything and stabbed him in his shoulders. All the rocks fell to the ground as he fell. Sharon picked him up by the neck effortlessly as he groaned in pain.

She wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wasn't acting on my own. Blade was." "Who the fuck is Blade?!" She yelled in my face, her eyes filled with anger and sadness. I swallowed hard and responded, "My wolf. He seems to like you so much. He killed the tattooed alpha as he was about to mark you as his mate." She gave me a side-eye, still crying her heart out.

She was completely naked, her dark hair wild around her shoulders. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she sank down onto him. Blade’s cock was long and brutally hard, stretching her visibly with every downward motion. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her. Tanya’s breasts bounced with each thrust. She rubbed them together wantonly, pinching her own nipples as she moaned loudly. “Yes… just like that,” Tanya gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. “Fill me, Blade. Make me your Luna.” Blade’s gray eyes were half-lidded, his jaw tight. He thrust up into her harder, the wet sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the undefeated, the untouchable, the one only. LUNA GHOST!" The roar that followed shook the walls. I stepped through the cage door. No mask anymore. That was done. Everyone here knew exactly who I was. Aurelia Veythorne. Luna Ghost. Valtherion Ashvane's mate. The girl who was supposed to be defective. There was nothing on my neck for them to see above the collar of my fight suit. I didn't bother hiding anything. Let them look. Blade was already in the cage. Massive. Arms like tree trunks, a jaw that looked like it had been carved from granite.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Nyra screamed, “you will die as well!” Selene’s lips curved in sorrowful triumph. She surged forward, lunar blade humming. And then... A hush fell, as though the world snapped its fingers and time paused for that one moment. Selene’s blade descended. The next instant was agony. Nyra threw herself between the blade and Ryker; the two queens collided in a crash of magic and steel. Nyra’s armor buckled under the strike; she cried out as lunar steel tore across her side. Selene’s blade punched through Nyra’s armor, inches from Ryker. His chest caved as his body slumped. Blood poured in a living river across the courtyard flagstones.

But before she could even react, Blade appeared from the shadows, standing in the middle of the road and stopping her car. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She yelled out, getting out of her car. Blade quickly grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back before she could scream. Her phone dropped to the ground. “W-what do you want from me?” she gasped, struggling. Blade didn’t answer. He pressed a small cloth soaked with something against her nose. Natasha tried to fight, but within seconds, her body went limp. I smiled. “Good job, Blade,” I murmured under my breath as he carried her into the back seat of the car.

“Kalia, hold your hymn!” The entity’s claw slashes, grazing Renn, his relics dimming, his scar pulsing shadow, his body crumpling, his hymn a whisper. Veyra’s blade flares, striking the entity, her runes blazing, shielding Renn, her voice a cry. “He’s fading!” Cassia’s blade sparks, her fire wounding the entity, her eyes blazing, her voice sharp. “Renn, fight!” Maddox’s shadows bind a tendril, his dagger slashing, his grunt desperate. Sylvara’s vines crumble, her aura fading, her hands clawing ash, her lips whispering Elara’s name. Lysara’s frost-ring pulses, her blade slashing, her strikes relentless, frost trailing. Theryn’s light-blade flares, their hymn frail, Zorath’s gauntlet steady, s