Mortal Kombat Hero Novels & Stories

She was awake, alive, untouchable, and unstoppable. Tomorrow, the game would continue—but for now, she allowed herself a moment to feel the pulse of the city, the fire of life, and the dangerous, thrilling pull of Dee’s hand in hers.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

“The thoughts of yesterday night were flowing into her head over and over again, especially the thought of that guy who spoiled her perfect plan to make the certain drunken man rot in jail just to become some sort of hero. Nowadays who even have time to be a hero. Besides, a hero can't save the innocent or bring justice now. Only money and power can. Now money and power are the truth and the person who holds the most amount of money is the most innocent person of all. The guy was a fool if he thought that sacrificing himself so thoughtlessly, made him a hero. The only thing he did was messing up her flawless plan and getting hurt in the process. Now the world doesn't need some foolish hero b

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”