Lightning Bolt Scar Harry Potter Novels & Stories

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

Everyone and everything men stood frozen, staring in awe and terror. Somewhere, I heard someone whisper…“The True Alpha…” I stumbled forward, panting, trembling. My hands glowed, crimson cracks running up my arms. My eyes burned. Every breath I took felt like fire. Harley reached me just as my knees buckled. She caught me, her arms closing around me as the light flickered. “Scarlett, breathe,” she rasped. “You have to stop…” But I couldn’t. The power was too much. The more I tried to hold it in, the wilder it became.

“And you think that you are the best now simply because you have that bolt of lightning. Everyone can wield that! You are arrogant no because I am wounded.’’ “You want to be fair, huh?” “Of course!” As an answer to his brave accusation, Zachary offered his father’s lightning bolt to the wounded sin-eater. Harvey’s face glowed with greed. It is truly a once in a lifetime experience to wield the mythological bolt of lightning. Zachary was a fool for even allowing him to touch it, there is no way that he will return this. It will make him the most powerful and feared sin-eater in the world.

Scout ran at him again, crashing into him and getting burned but effectively stopping the spell. Scout rolled, regaining his feet and then dodged a firebolt that the witch sent to us. It left a deep scar in the earth, the ground black and smoking where it landed. Toby danced around, looking for an opportunity to attack but watching the firebolts that the witch was now flinging at random, trying to catch me with a lucky strike.

He growled loudly, shaking the four corners of the room. His transformation was swift, as was Lord Potter's. He grabbed Alpha Harry and pushed him off the second floor. The windows and the balcony shattered as well. “I’m not scared of you, Alpha Harry.” Lord Potter growled, staring at Alpha Harry’s red eyes. He refused to respect Alpha Harry, knowing that he had never said a wrong word to him. “I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Alpha Harry pounced on Lord Potter, but he flipped him over, pushing him with a large amount of force into a tree that snapped a lot of branches, shattering the windscreen of the cars parked around it.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

That word triggered something within me. I wasn’t sure how to express it, but it happened. The sound of that name bothers me; it has left its mark on me. On my 18th birthday, at my old pack, while most of my friends transformed under the blood moon. Lyra also changed, but she has always been the daughter of an omega. A maid who worked for my father. That's how our friendship began. Before the bond formed between Kael and me, I was bullied by the pack members, and in response, I made a dare.

I answered out of respect and guilt. The guilt was due to the lightning bolt scar across his face. When there was a group of turned wolves that slaughtered countless humans and half-bloods, the Renegades and a few warriors worked together to contain them. Viktor had been amongst the warriors, and I had caused his scar. It had been an accident, as he had been in the crossfire. A swarm had targeted him, and the only way I could keep him from being killed was to unleash a bolt of lightning. Although I had tried to heal him so he wouldn’t have the scar, he had refused.

Scarlett, never having any fire magic, depended entirely on her fighting skills. One of the Hova threw a lance at Pakuri, hitting her in the shoulder and throwing her backward. Then a lot of things happened at the same time. The dark clouds above them began to swirl as lightning rained down from the sky. Scarlett's mind went blank, and all she could see were the Hova's faces, all pale with strange, bright eyes. Energy coursed through her body as the incessant roar of thunder reverberated in her ears, one exploding after the other.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.