Mortal Kombat Hero Novels & Stories

Not wasting a single moment she pulled the trigger yet again only to notice that her kick and the bullets you fired at the creatures speed were reduced to the point of barely touching it) Grotesque: (It smiles at Kimora as it says with a deep rumbling voice) I am a follower of Mercury, I will reduce all of you to nothing. (Taking it's muscular arm and punching Kimora straight down into the ground causing her to cough up blood as she bounced off the ground and it went to swing at her a second time)

Instantaneously, he pulls out his other arm from behind his attacker, slashing a long deep gash on the assassin’s backside… Three points for me, dickhead! Instead of a scream, all Hero heard from his opponent was a long intake of breath and then the bastard was already standing steadily despite the deep bloody wound on his back. What the hell... For a moment, the young military man feels like he’s fighting his twin. The same style of recovery, the same cologne, almost the same knife skills… ”FREEZE motherfucker!” Hero pauses for a moment upon hearing the loud command coming from the back. That was his mistake…

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

"You might have the numbers, but we have something you'll never understand. Unity. We fight for a purpose greater than ourselves, and that gives us strength." The Hunter snorts. "Save your speeches for someone who cares, witch. You're just a pawn in a game that's already been won." I struggle to free my wrist, but it's no use. The Hunter's grip is too tight. "We'll never give up. We'll keep fighting until our last breath. And even then, our legacy will live on." The Hunter leans down, his face inches from mine. "Your legacy will be nothing but a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens to those who dare to challenge us."

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

WARNING :SEXUAL SCENE UP AHEAD Her pov I threw my clothes off my body slowly and stepped into the shower, allowing the cold water run down my body. I felt different, I had killed a Lot of people in my life but this felt different. I felt fulfilled, I felt different and all of the sudden and bit triumphant. I feel bold... that part of me that was dead had come alive.... I know it as I know my name... I'm ready for Mario.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.