Mortal Kombat Hero Novels & Stories

"But why did you all elaborate such a complicated plan? If you only switched the will and put Mexdoxa's name, there would have been no need for all this nonsense. " " We did switch the will but there is one detail I have not mentioned. Only the wolf that resulted in an Alpha and his mate fusion could interact with the pack. Only Madoxe's wolf could be viewed as the Alpha." " So the man that contacted me was Madoxe, who was posing as Madoxe after Mezdoxa who had paused as Madoxe died. " "Since nobody felt his death, he didn't have the choice but to take over. "

Lariempi replied softly “But I can make it up to you.” He added after a moment of silence “How?” Amelia asked as she finally turned around to take a look at the god who took up the form of a dashing young man “I can help you evolve and become stronger so you can have you revenge.” He replied “Have my revenge? But the monster is already dead.” Amelia exclaimed “This mystic beast is not the first to slip into the mortal world and it won’t be the last, your husband is just one of several that has died and will die by their claws.” Lariempi said emotionlessly

she whispered in his ear. Morpheus' back tensed, remaining silent for a while before murmuring, "I'm not a hero, either. I killed my own father. I'm a heinous murderer..."

A martial arts practitioner one step away from the Realm of Demigod but was unexpectedly betrayed by his brother and finally perished here. Both of them read the text engraved on the wall simultaneously. The text mentioned that Blade Hero was a rare genius of the ancient martial arts world. At the tender age of twenty years old, he had gained his fame in the ancient martial arts world, his skills were peerless, and after some hard work, he figured out a method to escalate into the Realm of Demigod. When the timing was ripe, Blade Hero found himself a suitable place, ready to break through into the Realm of Demigod. So, he asked his buddy, Quinn Newman, to protect him.

She was a quick one too, built like a runner, she was tall and lithe. He however went after her, if she brought him here then she had been told to do so. Who else would take him from the water’s edge but the enemy? He didn’t care if she was here alone. He didn’t doubt that someone was in control of this mortal. It was nothing to snap her neck, but he needed information first. If she thought she was going to imprison him again, she was fucking wrong. He’d choke the life right out of her and lose no sleep over it. What he didn’t get was why a mortal. Thor found them lesser, and those with Surt wouldn’t see them as worth their time unless she was special. Unless she had something to give or get

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.

He knew the Russian team might be incredibly upset that the Hawks had scored against them at the last second, and he knew they were mad about losing their spot in the finals, but a game of hockey shouldn't warrant this kind of literal death look. Although Julian was generally a soft, quiet boy at heart who truly disliked getting into trouble, people often forgot where he came from. Before he became a billionaire celebrity athlete, Julian had grown up in a rough, dangerous ghetto community long ago. Street survival was cooked into his bones. Hence, the moment he sensed real danger, his protective instincts kicked in instantly. His handsome face turned completely hard, rigid, and menacing. His

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!