Mortal Kombat Mileena Novels & Stories

To his left was Zoran, a primordial whose power was now at its absolute peak. To his right was Mira, a woman who had survived his best assassins and returned as a silver titan. And in front of him was Naelis, whose simple wave of a hand had nearly shattered his ribs. Any one of these three could rip his little army of elite warriors to shreds before they could even shift into their wolves. “Haha!” Marek, standing near the pile of dead abominations, let out a sharp, biting laugh. He began to wipe the blood from his daggers onto a piece of torn fabric, his eyes never leaving Corin.

My knuckles turn white on the reins. “Lada! What the fuck are you doing!?” I control my horse, turning it around. “Can we have a word?” She stops beside the saddle. “It’s important.” “Speak.” Since I returned, I haven’t given her the privilege to have a conversation with me. “Where do I lay my head now that you have a slave in our quarter?” “Milena is not a slave.” “I understand she was your mate, but now she is different.” She is not. Milena remains the most beautiful, determined woman I have known. She is loyal and possesses a powerful gift because of her lineage.

"Yes, we'll definitely listen to you." Justin smiled. "Don't worry. I'll modify your soul slightly so you'll follow my commands obediently." At that moment, Milo felt no fear. She had long been accustomed to life-and-death situations. Ever since becoming a martial artist, she had anticipated such a day. After joining the headquarters to fight Malevolent Phantoms, the chances of dying were naturally even higher. The headquarters' intelligence turned out to be wrong this time. There weren't just three B-tier Malevolent Phantoms in this village. Those two women were also B-tier Malevolent Phantoms, but that did not matter—she could kill them all alone.

Mila's POV I gasped as Morticia grabbed my neck with her hands, her nails digging deep into my flesh as I whimpered. "What are you doing?" I managed to voice out. Morticia didn't answer me as her eyes were shining with a bright light. She screeched lightly and tightened her grip. My eyes widened in shock. Morticia was the other demon creature that had been doing all the killings. "Morticia, it's me, Mila," I struggled to speak as her hands didn't leave my neck

******* The next day was fist training… Milena put on her protective gear and headed toward the training center. Viktor had been the one training the mobsters in fist training. The man was really good at what he did. She sometimes wondered if she could survive just one hit from him. Milena wished to be strong soon; she wanted to be able to protect herself, especially given the way she was treated outside and also in the Gallows Clan. The training was intense, but she kept pushing harder. Viktor, being a terrifying yet nice trainer, would always cheer her on, sometimes motivating her spirit.

Chapter 3: Myla Five Years Later In a bustling restaurant, a woman sat alone in the corner, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room, and her beauty was undeniable. Despite the soft elegance she exuded, there was something fiercely determined about her—something that made her seem unapproachable, untouchable. This was Mila, though she went by Myla now. Beside her sat a little girl, her legs swinging beneath the table, her eyes wide and bright as she gazed at her mother. The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding.

The worst he can say is that I’m a crazy psycho who’s obsessed with him. “Fuck, I’m too broke for this.” I mumbled. I raised up my hand to ring the doorbell but suddenly, the door swung open. No, it wasn’t Killian, it was worse. Easton’s finest figure skater, Killian’s favourite puck bunny and my other nemesis, Milena. Remember how I said our figure skating team hadn’t won a medal in decades? Well our first gold in over ten years was won by her. I don’t need to say that her ego was the size of a planet.

CHAPTER ONE 15th May 2021 MILA'S POV I stood in front of the chapel in which MacCarter was about to be wed. It had been 5 long and hard years, but I was back to recover all that I lost or rather, what was stolen from me. I was no longer that weak 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, without a Mom or a healthy father. I turned out to be strong and bold. I had to be because life had given me a lot more reasons to be.

I hugged her close to me and closed my eyes when I suddenly remembered what Luna told me. “I cannot say… but I cannot sense her energy in this photo… only her hatred but… but these two guys in the photo… I assure you that they are already dead” I immediately open my eyes and sit on my bed. My heartbeat fasts again and I am starting to tremble again. I looked at Kera and remembered everything. That is why she can’t feel the energy of the girl, because she is still alive and she is full of hatred, and what if I am the girl? I am Cassandra. “Cassie,” Someone called me Cassie and I looked around to check who it was but I saw no one inside my room. Only me.

The vault of the bone room was decorated by a beautifully large fresco depicting angels and what I assume is heaven called Triumph of Souls and Flying Angels. We walked a while observing the architecture of the city until we came across an eerie wall of dolls erected to promote awareness of violence against women and children. The mural was quite poignant and gruesome, commanding attention to the issue. I felt tears prick up in my eyes the longer I looked at the mural for each doll hanging represented a woman or child who had died at the hands of violence. Pictures, names, and crosses were also on display making it all feel very real. Julie couldn’t bear to look at it any longer and turned t