Mortal Kombat Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She wanted the way his laugh loosened the tightness in her chest she hadn’t known was there. Saying no to this wasn’t saying no to him. It still felt like a kind of betrayal in her ribs. She sank into the chair, the wood creaking softly, and let the darker possibilities crawl in around the edges. Better to name them than pretend they didn’t exist. *Kael dead* came first because, of course, it did. Dead in some nameless pass, blood soaking Nightfang’s snow, cut down by a cultist or an old enemy or sheer, stupid bad luck. Nightfang’s council delivering the news with gravity, Blackmoon’s hall filling with candlelight and whispers.

She saw herself murder her destined mate three days before it happened. Lyra Veyne reads the dead for a living. Death Seers are illegal in every territory, so she hides in the shadows, whispering to corpses to catch killers no one else can find. Then one careless touch changes everything. The man who grabs her wrist is Alpha Cassian Draven, the most powerful wolf in the five territories. Instead of a final memory, Lyra sees his future: a burning city, blood on his chest, a silver blade in her own hands. "Why did you do this, Lyra?" he whispers. Then he dies. The moment their eyes meet, his wolf claims her. Mate. Cassian's oracle warns that the woman destined to be his mate