Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

Nelson turns off the overhead lights and picks up the black light sitting off to the side. Turning it on, he shines it on Cole’s back. His shoulders fluoresce a solid brilliant red with thin lines erratically crisscrossing a slightly duller shade showing me what I’ve known all along, he hasn’t had any dramatic injuries to his back across his shoulders. I gasp as Dr. Nelson starts moving slowly down his back. The tail marks of the whip coming into view as an even duller shade of red than the few scars we saw on his shoulders. Halfway down his ribs the individual hits start merging together making it difficult to determine how many hits he received. Using my hands over my mouth I choke back a

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

The scorched remains filled the air with the sharp scent of burned wood. His expression turned colder. Digging his feet into the ground, he pushed off with explosive force and soared a hundred feet into the air, widening the gap between himself and the zombie soldier. The zombie soldier howled in fury, its body launching forward in hot pursuit. Twin bolts of lightning crashed down, encircling Chase in a radiant storm of violet energy. The dazzling display was almost blinding. Electricity surged through his chest, causing his body to convulse. Another bolt struck a split second later, sending him stumbling backward.

The crowd could not even make out who was who. Suddenly, Scoop yelled. Logan had landed an attack on his shoulder deep enough that blood poured out. Strangely enough, his blood sparkled. Lace panicked—one of them had suffered an actual injury! The lightning around his body was already on its way out, but this new change of event forced him to recall his Thunder Sublime Body. Lightning returned to him on every step he took. By the seventh step, he was completely encased in lightning. His face turned red from the effort as he made one more step.

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Everything seemed normal—my silver hair, though a little dull, and my familiar tired pale eyes staring back at me. But that wasn’t what sent ice crawling through my veins. It was my chest. The place where the lightning had struck was different. The scar marred my skin, a branching, jagged pattern that stretched like dark veins. It was swollen, discolored, and burned. I traced it with trembling fingers. I could feel the current in my skin as if the lightning was stored in me.

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.

The jagged edges also became more and more pronounced whenever he tried to move his eyes up and down like this, as well as moving around his cheeks and forced the movements of his nose, and his eyebrows, as best he could. The lightning strikes weren't particularly painful either, their effect mostly dull, but their aftereffect did bring some sort of pain - a blooming red ache that slowly unfurled like a flower, where the lightning strike had been and content to linger well, as if made a slow walk away from it's home and point of origin, only expanding to go as far as the boundaries of the strange feeling.

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

Bullying was probably more accurate. After being struck by lightning hundreds of times by Raiden—the Lightning God of War of the Mortal Realm—Danial had slowly begun to understand lightning's violent nature. She hadn't taught him gently. Every mistake had been answered with another bolt falling directly onto his head until he learned through pain rather than explanation. With a determined yell, Danial thrust both palms forward. The condensed sphere shot through the air with a deafening crack, leaving a trail of blue electrical currents behind it as it rapidly closed the distance toward Balthazar.

A small plan hatched in her mind and she waits for Khalid to sleep before bringing it to life. After hours of escaping the cave, Eve finally arrived in Dzhimara’s gate. She wore a cloak around her which she borrowed from Khalid after he went into a deep sleep. Going through the blizzard was easy for her but she felt a bit too cool going through the cold wind. Even her body feels weird. When she tries to use her magic, she felt an odd, foreign tingle from the tip of her finger. Her Gift refuse to come out and it made her worried. She also feel a small discomfort of strange scar that magically appeared on her chest, directly between her breast. Another horizontal scar marred the spot near he