Mortal Kombat Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Viktor wants a seat at every ritual. Permanent blood exchange. His blood mixed with ours.” Aurora looked up, lips glistening, eyes dark with lust and suspicion. “And what do we want?” She slid two fingers deep into Sophia’s soaked pussy, curling them slowly while sucking gently on her clit. Sophia’s back arched, fresh milk beading faster at her nipples. “We want everything,” Sophia gasped, hips rolling against her sister’s mouth. “They think they’re marrying into power. We’ll make them disappear inside us.” That evening, the merged bloodlines gathered again.

Then he said something that changed everything. "You are right," he said. "They will not follow me after they know." "So release them," Maya said. "No," Damson said. "I am going to kill you. And then I am going to disappear. And the Phoenix will survive without me." He hung up. The line went dead. Maya looked at Cross. "He is going to move," Maya said. "He is going to kill Marcus and Leo and run." "Then we assault now," Cross said. She gave the order.

I replied, embracing him tightly. As we got used to the place, I looked at Cetrion and Kronika “Kronika and Cetrion you two used to antagonists of Mortal Kombat 11 but after Mortal Kombat you arrived at my sanctuary, why the change of heart?” I asked the two. Kronika exchanged a glance with Cetrion before responding, "The world has changed, Arnold.”

For a moment, I wondered if we were losing ourselves, if the merge would consume us. But then… a breakthrough. A core fragment, pulsating with the familiar signature of my father, shimmered before us. “This is it,” I whispered. “The heart of him.” Jax nodded. “Together.” We plunged into it, our minds intertwining, hearts beating as one. The core resisted, twisting, reshaping reality around us, but we held firm. Memories of pain, fear, control—they all crashed against us like waves. But we didn’t falter. We pressed on, using our bond, our love, our trust, as a weapon stronger than any code or neural link.

“Karen…” “No,” I cut him off, my voice trembling. “You said you can’t do it, right? You can’t find out who killed Xavier’s mother. You can’t uncover who’s behind the rogues. You can’t go against the people protecting those lies. Fine. Then I’ll make it easier for you.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” My throat tightened. The words tasted like blood before they even left. “I, Karen Denmark reject you, Zaiden—”

Xander shook his head, pulling his bound hands back toward himself like the ring might burn him. Marrow leaned forward until his shadow swallowed Xander whole. His voice dropped to something softer, but sharper too. “I’ve buried brothers, sisters, and friends, but I’d rather dig my own grave than see you rot yourself alive in here.” Xander’s breath trembled. He wanted to tell him to leave, wanted to tell him it was safer this way, but the words would not come—not with Marrow’s eyes holding him there. “You didn’t fall, Xander,” Marrow said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “And neither did we. We waited. All of us—including Dr. Cross.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Sera’s POV “So, that's how you play Mortal combats,” I threw down my controller on the couch. Chloe and I sat next to each other and I had to teach her how to play games to make up for the lost time we had. “Yeah, you chose the easy way out, but thank you,” she mocked, grabbing her beer. “Chloe,” I whined, “can you cut me a break?” Chloe laughed, folding her legs underneath her huge hoodie as she sat back down. “Don't look at me like I am the bad guy. You are the one refusing to tell me what you've been up to,” she grinned, sipping her drink.

“Yes. But the spell has been weakening. And when you started training under Kyler, I began to gather strength which made me shift..” I swallowed hard, biting down on my trembling lip. “So why now, huh? Why are you just showing up now—when I’m dying?” My voice cracked, a hot tear sliding down my cheek. “Why did you let Damian kill me?” Karin stood and walked toward me, nuzzling her head gently against my chest. The moment her fur touched me, warmth spread through my body like a balm. “You’re not dead,” she whispered. “You’re just… crossing over your past life..”

Pure power lanced from my hands in a stream of shifting colors. Azrael's defenses shattered under the impact. But instead of admitting defeat, he began the original ritual again, desperate words spilling from his lips as he tried to drain my now-amplified power. “If I can't beat you,” he growled, dark energy swirling around him like a tornado, “I'll take you with me! Let's see how your precious mates survive watching you burn out from the inside!” The mate bond flared as Kane and Zane poured their strength into me, refusing to let him separate us. Their love and power flowed through our connection, completing my transformation into something entirely new. Something that transcended all the o

If anything she looks like she is in so much pain. “She’s going to die.” Warren says simply. “You fucking killed her!” He yells in my direction. My hair still glows bright, my eyes still see red. I am in god form right now and I don’t know if I can bring myself back from the high. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask gently, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. “Morgana, I made a pact with the deity. We merged our souls together so it would give me more power..” Chloe speaks, her voice breaking, she looks like she’s in so much pain.