Story Mortal Kombat X Novels & Stories

He had no idea how he even died. Shocked, he looked at his grey screen blankly. “How did she make such a perfect move? Why was she like a freaking ghost?” Suddenly, the players who stood around became silent. The entire internet cafe had gone quiet. Everyone began to feel respect for Xyla. Xyla calmly clicked on her mouse and stepped over his dead hero’s body before returning to the soldiers around her own. After Amigo’s hero was revived, he approached Xyla once more. However, his hero was killed by Xyla within a few hits.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

She stared astonished as Messe was twirling on the platform. Kyle was in a defensive position, arms in front to protect his head, and was taking slow, cautious steps away from her. Messe's style of fighting surely had to do with her unknown background. She was very volatile and seemed to be dancing instead of fighting, as gracious as a ballerina, giving off the pretense of being weak and naive. Kyal wasn’t fooled. He knew that the control she had came from excessive training and that there was strength concealed behind.

I was stronger. Xander rushed towards me and with a force capable of levelling a car to shred, lunged at me. I swiftly sidestepped, tipping him out of balance and with the anger in me, I grabbed Xander by the neck. I threw in the air and jumped to catch up with him. With both my forearms, I smashed him by the chest back to the ground. He landed loudly. I mounted him and began choking him. But my anger was rising and choking him was not enough. I held him by the head, smashing his head against the floor until the tiles broke into pieces. I shifted the pieces of tiles out of the way to expose the dense concrete. My anger had gotten the best of me. Today was the day Xander died.

Erick was dead, and Brock was next! The two major families' heads died less than half a minute apart. They died without a chance to retaliate, like ordinary and uninteresting beings! "Alexander..." The remaining five family heads looked at the calm Alexander, and an absurd idea suddenly occurred to them. They believed Alexander was neither human nor a martial artist. He must be a demon from hell, wielding the scythe of death! "Two of the seven family heads are gone." Alexander returned their death stare as if he were looking at a swarm of insignificant ants. He slowly shook his head. "Six supreme grand martial, 24 apex grandmasters, and one half-step Martial Overlord from the Xanthos family.

Xena knew Jaden had already achieved the level of Martial King. He was capable of projecting Primordial Energy to kill invisibly. The security cameras had already been destroyed. There would be no evidence even if the murder happened right before her eyes. Martial artists of this caliber were normally handled by the headquarters. Even as the goddess of war, she was not qualified to face someone of his strength. In desperation, Xena blurted out, "If you kill him, I will never be with you!"

Nothing could be better than if the Crawford apprentices just left and got killed, sparing them the need to fight! They could even remain in the ward, staying perfectly safe! "Hehe. How delusional you are!" Xarik laughed coldly, stroking the pendant over his chest as killing intent flared in his eyes. "Hear me, Crawfords—charge! Kill every last of those ingrates!" And with that rallying cry, Xarik raised his blade and leaped toward Santil, Cuben, and Qandal, bellowing, "Caleb won first place and the right for everyone to cultivate in here… But none of you deserve it! Now, die!!!"

Sa isang kumpas, isinara niya ang Emergency Blast Doors. ​Naiwan si Xander sa harap ng nagngangalit na Omega. ​"Mamamatay ka kasama ko, mortal!" sigaw ng Omega habang ang tore ay nagsisimulang gumuho. ​"Hindi," ngiti ni Xander habang isinasaksak ang kanyang Phase-Shift Blade sa gitna ng Core. "Mamamatay ka mag-isa. Ako? Mabubuhay ako sa alaala ng mga bituin."

"It was you! You're the curse that killed him!" Several bodyguards struggled to pull her away, but she continued to scream hysterically. "If Lorenzo hadn't taken that legendary pistol, he never would have aimed for a deathmatch of that level! You baited him into a death match!" "He doesn't have our grandfather's skills as a marksman! He took a superior weapon and got himself killed on the draw! You did this on purpose!" I stood frozen, a ringing in my ears. The attending doctor took off his blood-soaked gloves and walked over, his expression grim.

It was clear now that the fight wasn’t his to win. X, battered and bruised, stood up one last time. He staggered toward the skinwalker, his movements slow and uncoordinated. But just as he reached out to grab the skinwalker’s throat, he collapsed to his knees. Blood dripped from his mouth as he breathed raggedly, the weight of the fight catching up to him. “Go,” X gasped, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s... all on you... now.” With that, X fell to the ground, unconscious, his body no longer able to carry on.