Mortal Kombat Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I gave a smirk and said "yeah it's me karthik you never knew my real side the one from the beginning loved me is viranica" she said "I also loved you" I laughed and said "love what love where love I rejected you're behind someone she know I'm dead still in her heart only one person it's me that is called yours is bitchy games" I said "peel her skin when she is alive" she screamed "no" I said "yes" they did what I said I heard her screams all the time I said with my signature smirk "let those hungry rats have their dinner for today" we left the room and locked they released those rats they started piercing her skin and eating her flesh when she is alive she is near to death

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

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

I swiped angrily at the tears running down my cheeks, my eyes burning with frustration. "There has to be a way to reach him!" I begged, my gaze darting to the doors of Kael's chambers. "You can't!" Lord Mortis yelled, his eyes burning like embers. "He'll kill us all. We have to get out of here!" His voice was laced with desperation. "We can't let him shift! He won't revert back!!" I yelled right back, matching his anger with one of my own. Lord Mortis gripped my shoulders suddenly, glaring into my eyes. "You're his mate, aren't you?" he spat, his voice venomous. "Kill him."

His eyes widened in horror as my hand drove directly through his chest. “Wrong choice of words.” I stared into his eyes as life drained from them, before unceremoniously dropping his corpse onto the floor. The remaining two took slow, hesitant steps back as I turned toward them. I watched them with mild amusement as they exchanged a subtle nod and lunged at me simultaneously. Grabbing both of their right arms, I pulled with enough force to shatter the bone, letting the sickening crack echo through the room alongside their agonized screams. They clutched their mangled limbs, sweat dripping from their foreheads as they groaned in agony.

On our wedding night, Alpha Derek Blackwood's private plane went down. To comfort me, my mother-in-law, Hester Blackwood, sent his illegitimate younger brother, Kane Blackwood, into my bedroom. She said he could ease the loneliness now that my mate was dead. I panicked. A werewolf only ever has one mate, and as the Alpha King's sister, I had always been fiercely protective of my chastity. But the moment I opened my mouth to refuse, lines of text appeared in the air in front of me. [The hero was so terrified of marrying the side character that he faked his death overnight, then dumped some unwanted bastard on her? That's brutal!] [Stop crying, side character. Your husband is off drowning hims

He pursues her in dreams. In the club’s dressing rooms, in her apartment and his, in dark alleys where no one dares to look — they devour each other. Sex becomes a battlefield. Pleasure becomes a weapon. And when Mortyss, in an act of desperation, tries to kill her to free himself, he discovers the most terrible truth: she cannot die while he lives. And he cannot live without feeding on her. The cycle is eternal. The obsession is mutual. The damnation is shared.

The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion. Before I could even break down, I saw a scene that shattered my heart. My twins ran happily into Sylvia’s arms. They clung to her and called her mother. “My children…my children…” Hearing my broken sobs, Kael laughed softly. “Your children were killed by me on the day they were born. These two are the children Sylvia and I conceived.” He looked down at me from above, a vicious smile appeared on his face. “Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?”

How could I possibly kneel before Sophia to apologize? In the final moment before the lethal wolfsbane killed me, my soul drifted free of the flooded dungeon. From struggling so hard, my limbs had been shredded raw by the heavy shackles, crimson blood dissolving into the surrounding ice water. Those hideous venomous snakes coiled around my body, feeding with abandon. The entire dungeon had turned the color of blood—a gruesome, bone-chilling sight. I hovered above, unable to bear even a glance at my own body hanging from the chains.

Now he's here, kissing some random woman and my chest hurts from seeing it. This was nothing but an obstruction to my plans. I needed an alliance not a lover. Kelvin gave me one last glance before he left with Blondie. They seemed close, I guess they were lovers. In my last life I can recall Kelvin having a childhood friend who was very close to him. I heard she committed suicide on the same day I had him executed. I feel sorry for doing that, if I wasn't deceived by Darius, I guess they both would've ended with a good fate.