Mortal Kombat Get Over Here Novels & Stories

My head was a mess. Gaming was my usual safe haven. My Zen space. The one place where a little wimp like me could be a powerful martial artist or a world-class athlete at the flick of a button. I sat down in my gaming chair, put on my headset, and loaded up Mortal Kombat 11. Time to kick some ass! I found my favorite lobby where serious gamers hung out and opened a challenge. I chose Liu Kang, the world’s greatest warrior. My opponent chose Skarlet, the blood witch.

Kill him and take the potentially world ending item that he held in his hands. However, Max was also mortal and while stronger than a human, he was pushing it to be stronger than a vampire. If he didn’t get the creature on the first try he knew that his chances would drop. Yeah he healed great, could still die of blood loss. So he leapt down grabbing a branch and was silent the entire time as he landed on light feet to the ground. He followed after the light haired vampire, actually surprised he’d let the mortal live. Probably fed before going to do this errand.

he growled, “Gazing up at me shirtless with those spiteful eyes of yours. I can tell you hate me, but fuck, those eyes of yours turn me on so much.” Trailing his fingers to my lips, he thrusts them in. “Are you hungry, Darrel?” Fuck. I hated this. Hated this humiliation. Why on earth do I even have to give in again? Then, I felt a sharp metallic weapon hit my neck. It was Aiden's pocket knife—and a reminder of why I was giving in to his shit. “Answer me when I ask you a question, Darrel,” Aiden growls. “Or rather bark if necessary.”

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

°° KLEIN °° By the time we crossed into Black Fur Pack, the celebration was already underway. Late. Prolly half way gone by now maybe? But it was never my thing to arrive early at these meetings. I always ruled the place, gracing the gathering with my presence. And I backed that by arriving last after every other guest should have arrived. Anyone who comes in after me then becomes the object of lateness. It is an outdoor marquee ceremony at the square of the pack. Just enough space to contain the nuisance.

The bastard who had killed me four times was standing right there. I frowned and thought for a few seconds before an idea struck. I hurriedly made a call to my mom. I didn't ask for help. I simply asked a question—the date of my birthday. After getting the answer, I hung up. When I looked at the shadow outside the door again, my mind had finally made its decision. To hell with it. This time, I wouldn't run anymore. I would face him alone—and fight back. I rushed back into my room and flung open the cabinet, rummaging through it. Luckily, as a medical student, I always kept all kinds of miscellaneous medications in there.

If there were a way he could deal with Lysander, he would have done that a long time ago. He strode over to the unconscious men on the floor, kicking the one who had killed himself. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. “Fucking pathetic humans. Can't even do work well even with the enhanced performance drugs!” He bent and drew the knife the man had used on himself. He strode over to the bodies of the unconscious ones. One by one, he thrust the blade into their chest and watched them writhe in pain before they died. He just stared, unfeeling at them.

I am one selfish asshole, I know. I was taken out of my thoughts as I felt a sharp kick to my back. I looked up to see Shrinka diving down towards me. Might as well commit one last sin before I die. He straightened his body, hurling faster towards me when I spun out of the way and kicked his head, causing a bit of distance to spread between us. “You’ll never fucking find Moskov.” Shrinka laughed like a madman as he dove towards me. I swiftly spun so I was above him, and stepped on his back. I grabbed his arms and pulled them back roughly, causing him to yell in pain as I dislocated his shoulders.

“This is yours.” That evening, with Gloria’s help, I transported myself to where her relic lay hidden. “Are you ready?”Gloria asked. I took a deep breath. “What happens if I do this?” “Power beyond any mortal comprehension will be yours,” she said. “And you’ll never feel like an outcast again.” I shut my eyes and thought about my mother, father, Marcus and all the people I had behind. Could I do this? Could it be that I will continue to sustain the spirit of Gloria and yet be me?

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’