Mortal Kombat Get Over Here Novels & Stories

Ximena had teleported right in front of me and taken the hit. "Ximena!" That one actually hurt to watch. "Still refusing to repent. Fine. Then you can die with him." Derrick swung his whip again. Right at that critical moment, the system popped up. [Ding. Target Ximena is in mortal danger. The system has issued a combat reward pack. Stored in inventory.] [Devoting host, take up your weapon and protect your target. If you devote, you commit to the end.] I did not have time to listen to the system's dramatic speech. I opened my inventory as fast as I could. Two items appeared—a shield called Gravity Flying Shield and a meteor hammer called… Overpowered Meteor Hammer.

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

It was a High-Frequency Blade. "Game Over," Julian whispered, the red light reflecting in the ice. "Begin... The Harvest."

I sat up and glared at him, my bloodshot eyes were too horrifying that Caleb's calm demeanor faltered, he gulped a big lamp wishing he didn't say these words. "I would be insane to do that!" I said under my gritted teeth, Caleb knew that I wouldn't believe him let alone accept to do what he just told me to do, huh! Over my dead body!. "But that is the only way to get rid of your diagnosis!" Caleb too raised his voice at me.

And at times when you're too weak, I'll be your strength. We're a team. You need not to face a storm alone cause I'll always be with you. I love you with extreme certainty, Maze Johnson-Thornton. We still have one wedding left. But for now, I want you to take my hand and begin again. Let's love each other, all over again." THE END

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

Do you want to claim your reward? [ new mission was issued by the system] [ mission: Buy slaves 0/20] [ reward: Military Training Manual (superior)].

He glared at Caramel, a warning for the girl to shut up. But Caramel just stared back no less sharply at Kenzo. Her tears that came out had stopped. Bravely, she pointed at Kenzo with a frontal question. "Did you kill your mother too?" Kenzo's jaw instantly hardened. His eyes were getting sharper. "Stop talking to me bitch!" Caramel took a deep breath. Instead of stopping, when she realized that Kenzo didn't like her words. Instead, she vigorously spoke from her own conclusion. "You really are a rebellious child. Your mother should have dumped you and she didn't... Kyaa..."

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

My fingers raced across a slim, encrypted terminal, linking the Vesper protocols into Zero’s remote proxy network. Across the room, Malakai stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, entirely bare from the waist up. The cold daylight caught the brutal tapestry of scars tracing his shoulders and back —souvenirs from corporate takeovers that had been fought with lead rather than contracts. He was holding a secure phone to his ear, his deep voice dropping into that quiet, chilling cadence he used when he was ordering the liquidation of an enemy’s assets.