Mortal Kombat X Erron Black Novels & Stories

Zeno shifted his gaze to Eric, and another shock rippled through his veins. Eric's iris was glowing red, a creepy smile on his face. He shifted his eyes back to Lucian, and his heart began to race… he broke into a cold sweat, his lips subtly quivering. What's with the look on their face? What's with the bone chilling aura that send fear coursing through his vein? Their eyes were hungry for blood. Mr. Black… is not human. He had just invited a monster. Not one… but two. Before he could stop himself, he roared. “SHOOT THEM!!!”

It was a battle to the death. No one spoke. No one moved. Because they all knew the truth. Killian Blackwood wasn’t just an Alpha. He was a monster in combat. He had never lost a fight. Likewise, he wouldn’t lose now. The tension in the room shifted, anger giving way to something else. Something dangerous I could say. “She doesn’t belong here,” one of the enforcers finally said, but his voice lacked the same fire as before. Killian’s gaze snapped to him. “She does now.”

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

They wear matte black armor, scarred leather, and expressions that promise violence at the slightest provocation. At the front walks Ronan Vale. The Alpha of Blackthorn looks exactly as I remember him. Like a powerful demon of the underworld, out for a leisurely stroll. He is huge, broad-shouldered, and terrifyingly still. His dark hair is cropped short, his face a landscape of harsh angles and brutal efficiency. He radiates a power so dense it feels like gravity shifting. When he stops, the ground seems to shudder in deference. And right beside him, matching him stride for stride, is Eli.

"But pride is a human error. And the First Luna is tired of errors" Beside me, in his own block of Black Ice, Eryx was a statue of unrefined fury. I could see the iridescent "Grey" starlight beneath his skin struggling to ignite, but the ice was a perfect insulator. It absorbed his carnal heat and turned it into more obsidian crystal. His crimson eyes were fixed on the scythe, his jaw locked in a silent roar that would never reach the air.

Behind him stood two men in Board-issue tactical gear. ​"Dr. Valerius," the Captain spat, his eyes widening as he saw the glowing silver and black energy radiating from us. "Silas said you’d be changed, but he didn't say you’d look like demons from the First Life." ​"The coordinates, Captain," one of the soldiers barked, raising his rifle. "Give us the drive or the girl dies first." ​"She isn't a girl anymore," Julian growled. ​He didn't use a shadow blade. He simply exhaled, and a wave of silver-black mist erupted from his chest, slamming the Captain into the bulkhead with enough force to dent the iron.

Erimense watched as the black technique (mind destroying technique),Darl used,took it's effect on him. The force went through his punch, ripping his skin off as they went through his armour,to make a hole in his chest. Blood gushed forth from Erimense chests,he smiled looking for at his own his bones.Blood began to gush out from his mouth, nose and ears. He smiled at Darl,as began walking towards him. After standing few meters away from Darl,he finally fell to his knees.He guess this was all what his body could take. Dark stood few meters, away from Erimense dead body.

One was all nervous and the other was filled with rage. "That's him, That's the BLACK MOON!" Mentioned the nervous one, who mistakenly tossed his bottle on the floor out of fear. He apologized at the angry look thrown at him by the annoyed man and hurriedly used his feet to sweep in the particles of broken bottle under the table. The fierce-looking, annoyed man squeezed a beer can in his grip and tossed it aside. "We will see soonest, mate." THE END

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Three black Montero arrived aboard the 18 men. All were armed with m16 rifles and Glock pistols. They immediately broke down the door while others were stationed behind the bar. They did not know that the assassin who killed their boss was far away. Azrael is already running on the rooftops of buildings surrounding the area. He finally reached the area where he parked, a black Camaro was his car. He immediately changed his clothes because he knew that the search for him would not be over so after that, he drove calmly and he was right. At the border, there are police checkpoints and Leo's bodyguards are also included.