Novel & Cerita Mortal Kombat Jade Kitana Mileena

I stared at them coldly then said each word with finality. "Death be upon those who point their swords to my face in exchange for my people. I, Dante Montenegro from the Blood Moon pack, I build my throne with the skeletons of my enemies,"

I need a sounding board. Vampires are unable to produce children, so Nikka, a cat shifter, mothers the entire clan. She's amazing and I've seen her get between two fighting bears three times her size and put them in their place. She bows to no one and she is also the last person you want to be on the outs with. For such a gentle woman, she is fierce when push comes to shove.

“Good morning too, Your Excellency. I don’t need something from you, but someone probably does.” My forehead furrowed. "Who?" “Good morning, Death Judge Noble Park! I am Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI, the strongest captain of Atolon Island. ” A tall woman appeared in my sight. She was wearing a dark green overcoat jacket and black pants. She had a badge on her left shoulder—perhaps it was made of Ruby. Renata Viglianco . . . Her name wasn’t familiar but her face was. To be continued . . .

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama EIGHT VENDETTA I put on the black curvy dress that was actually an option after lot of thought and help with my gold heels and I brush my hair in a curvy length and apply some eye liner and a red lipsticks. After a little view at myself in the mirror I head out of my room and I met the girl Laura working on her system and her eye widened immediately she saw me.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

No killing. "There's five left," Miles breathed as he came to my side. Five burly men glared down their noses at us. Past them, was Kara with blood crusting over her olive skin, sweat beading over her temples, and her teeth bared. "I'm pretty sure she doesn't need us to save her," I called to Alpha Killian, hoping he would put an end to this madness before I did some real damage that could start a war between three packs. "The first one to get to her wins then," he amended with a flippant shrug.

A reminder to every ally and rival that the Moonlit Pack lacks nothing. I spot her almost immediately—an aging Luna with two massive Irish Wolfhounds at her heels, sweeping through the hall like a queen, her Alpha a step behind her. His roguish smirk isn’t for the crowd. It’s for her. His gaze rakes her body with unrepentant hunger, as if she’s still the girl he first claimed under a harvest moon. Emily and Kylean Silver Moon. My mother's old leaders.

She should be on the ground now! At the edge of the hall, a girl stood quietly with her head bowed. She wore a simple maid dress, her hair tied in a loose knot. Her name was Mira. She had been in the pack since childhood, a servant like Elara. She knew the pain of mockery, the sting of harsh words. She had watched Elara work, suffer, and still smile. She had seen her cry in silence when no one looked. And her heart had grown soft for her.

She was in a simple black training gi, her hands wrapped in her father’s leather bindings. Kitana Lee was already there, standing in the center of the cracked marble floor. She had been released by the Kartel under the terms of the pact—a move that had caused significant friction within the alliance, but one that Davina Quinton had ultimately sanctioned. "You actually came," Kitana said, her voice echoing in the hollow courtyard. "Maybe there’s a flicker of the Dragon in you after all." "I'm not here for the Dragon, Kitana," Jade said, stepping onto the marble. "I'm here for the city. And for the 'Loser Heir' who taught me that even the most broken legacy can be rebuilt."

She stared straight into her uncle’s eyes and he narrowed his gaze at her. “I will sell the daughter you were protecting. The world will only know that you ran away when people discover you were selling fake goods in the market. You were nothing but a fake heiress. People will loathe you even after death. Your own daughter will curse you for abandoning her when you faced hardships.” Victoria covered her wound with her hands, her eyes filling with the desire to kill when Giselle, her cousin, stepped forward and laughed.