Mortal Kombat Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

He could not deny she was feeling, and it seemed this mortal did it for her. ‘Fenrir will do the same with his, and I believe she is making him feel the same. Do you not want that Jor? To feel the embrace of another and know that their heart is yours? To feel something more than you? Is your mortal not agreeable, is she not right?’ His mortal, he thought about it, there was a lot to name with marking a mortal and he had done so. Thinking about it now, had it all been to just keep track of her? ‘It’s not that I find her homely, she seems of sound mind. She fights well for one that seems so timid yet is strong. I have marked her, but no more than that. I have no wish for a mortal or something

I was in a long white flowing gown, covered in crimson blood, smiling in horror. My aquarium blue eyes were replaced with a green bright light that reflected pure evil. I stumble back to the ground, my head feeling a drumming pain from what I was looking at. It was me... I killed Dimitri. I killed my mate! . . . ****Author's note**** Wait, you really thought things would be so easy for them?? No, things just started. A vision of Dimitri being killed by his own mate, they never really catch a break but they have to fight and navigate the life they found themselves in.

I could enjoy this fake mate bond while it lasts. A month has gone and we've got three more months left until the next Lunar Convergence. The plan is to put an end to our fake relationship on the day of the Lunar Convergence so it looks like we are both tired of each other and then we can find our second-chance mates immediately. Simple. I crept out of my bed feeling more alive than ever. My eyes fell on the painting of the naked lady on my wall. She appeared to be Gwen. I must be going crazy. The ladies in bikinis also had Gwen's face. I was seeing her everywhere now. I had to spank myself on the head to stop myself from hallucinating or going crazy.

“I’m just saying there has to be a way to get Carter out of the way, you both look like you have a bond, who is Carter Morale?” “Firstly there’s nothing that can be changed Jaden can only challenge Carter in a fight after ten years and Carter is a freak of nature” “What do you mean” “I and Morale’s alliance was strictly discreet only Rustave was at the fight” “And so?” I question, perplexed about where this conversation is heading. “I killed Morale in that fight and he had no child” How is that possible? “Maybe Mr. Morale had a confidential child” “And who happened to tell him about the Alliance?”

he said. "And I like it," Cassian said simply. "Specifically. For itself. Not because it resembles something before. Because it's this." Aiden set down his noodles. He crossed the small space between them on the floor and sat beside Cassian, close, in the way they sat when neither of them needed to say anything and the proximity was the whole point. Through the bond: "I like this too," Aiden said. "Specifically." "Good," Cassian said. They ate their noodles on the floor of a small apartment in December, an immortal demon and a twenty-three-year-old urban history student, in a second lifetime that was entirely its own thing while also being the continuation of everything that came before.

I fought back fiercely, my mental defenses fortified by the unbreakable bond I shared with Cassian. /Crack!/ Their manipulative tendrils met my resistance, splintering against the might of my will. I seized their memories, reshaping their fears into ephemeral illusions. Their mental cries mixed with the thunderous roars of our psychic duel, creating a symphony of pain and determination. /Kaboom!/ I retaliated, my own assault unyielding. I disoriented them, casting a veil of confusion over their thoughts. My mind became a battleground, where the clash of powers reverberated like a cosmic struggle between light and darkness.

Alec manages to dodge the beast's first attack, but the wisps that accompany it clash with Jack, throwing him off balance and knocking him to the ground. I feel a surge of anger and fear welling up in my chest. These beasts and wisps have no right to mess with us like this, and I'm not going to stand for it. I channel my energies and leap forward, aiming a powerful punch at one of the hound's heads. My fist connects with a sickening thud, but the hound seems unfazed. It keeps snapping and biting, trying to take us down. Its teeth rake across Alec's shoulder, making him cry out in pain. "Alec!" I rush to his side. Looks like those from the underworld can touch him, since Flo was able to make

That will threaten their control over our community. I cannot allow this; I will not allow this. “Hector!” Kit roars out at me, pulling a male to the ground that was coming for me from behind. Just like Jaxon, he kills him instantly…pulling his heart out. I guess they can’t grow back a new heart or a new head. Both deaths were just as final as the other. I remain as close to the door as I can, while a fight was happening out here…what kind of fight

I found myself smiling throughout their conversation and I swear, I already fell in love with them. Of course, they're my fans. One of the people who made it possible for me to be the talk of the pack. Why would I not love them?! “Or she probably was the one who murdered the Alpha because she wanted the Beta to become the next Alpha so she'll get back together with him,”. Alpha Maverick was dead?! He was murdered? What has been going on since I left this place?! “Now that makes sense,”. "What an engaging conversation,” Damian said.

"Please, hang on. I beg of you." "Finally!" Lord Mortis exclaimed beside me, his voice dripping with wicked glee. "You wanted death, so I gave it to you. Your mate, the only one with the power to kill you, has stabbed you in the chest. Ironic, isn't it? Best part, she's human. This can't be more perfect." He chuckled maniacally, clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed.