Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Normally he didn’t curse but I guess, as he said, this wasn’t normal. He reached out, taking my hair in his hands. His thumb brushed through the strands softly. “It shimmers.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you get hit by fucking lightening.” “Excuse me?” Zayle took my head in his hands. “Are you okay?” Shrugged, I points to the silvery scar in the pattern from the lightening. “This is the only thing left. Outside the hair bleach.” “Why?” I rolled my eyes. “Why does she ever pull this shit? I was the vessel holding your blessing. The transfer was us ‘connecting’.” I made air quotations with the last word.

He looked at her mate, whose eyes and Talismans were glowing. “Did I ever tell you that sad face doesn’t suit you?” Caroline questioned. Bolt was quick to quickly her roughly, nibbling her lips, and then he slowly kissed her all over the neck, holding his mate’s frame in his arms. He licked the area between her neck and shoulder where his mark was going to appear. His canine started appearing, and in no time, it punched her skin. Caroline grabbed him tightly because of pain and should pain turned into pleasure when he started licking her wound where he had marked her for closing her skin. Bolt made sure not a signal drop of her blood would have landed on the ground. “Bolt.. are you done? I’m

Chris mumbled closing his hands so his fingers tips touched, as if you were squeezing someone's mouth shut. Bastion unable to speak began to run away. Chris sighed as electricity began to crackle in his hand, he quickly thrust it out in Bastion's direction. A bolt of lightning lashed out hitting him in the back. MmmNNGG. Bastion went rigid and fell to the ground spasming he began to piss himself. The lightning bolt Chris just hit him with was a non lethal one but it hurt and had the effect's worse then a cattle prod.

He was going to chop his head off! A silent swift sound sliced through the air and Omar was hit on the shoulder by a bullet stopping him in his tracks. Another went into the left side of his abdomen, hitting his rib and he dropped down to his knees in pain, clutching his abdomen as another bullet whizzed just above his head, missing him by a hair's breath. Prince Aazim raised a hand for the shooting to stop. He stood up and smiled, picked up a sword and used it as a walking support till he got to where Omar kneeled. He placed the flat of the blade below Omar's chin and slowly brought his face up, the smirk on his face pained Omar.

“You said I could try anything. Is it a lie?” Archer’s turquoise eyes almost turned green with a turmoil, “No. But I’d suggest you slow down.” “OK.” The look in his eyes was unfamiliar, so Elena decided to accept his suggestion to avoid any danger. She embedded herself in his embrace with a hand climbing up his thick shoulder, and looked over it. There was a long scar on his back. “What is it?” She scratched the scar slightly with her nail. Archer closed his eyes, tasting the sweet pain. “A battle’s mark.”

I waited until the bolt was finished before I crafted it and molded it inside me. Pink lightning covered my skin. It pushed me off the ground, so I was standing facing him. I pointed my two swords directly at him. I released the powered lightning through my swords at him. He flew off his feet across the parking lot. He hung pinned to the side of the second story brick building. The pink lighting crawled across his skin as he screamed out.

Arnold and I stared in shock as the light dimmed, and the spot we marked her turned into a blue butterfly scar, the both of us exchanging a glance. “It can’t be true.” I muttered.

She looked out the window in surprise, her eyes gradually showing Shane's appearance from last night. Shane's eyes looked at her, he hid them very well, but from beginning to end, she always felt like she knew him, even if he was worried, he would still have some moves - small, habitual actions, just like Derek. Is there such a coincidence in this world? But why is there no scar on his body? Burns caused by the extremely corrosive substance S404 will leave scars, and the wounds are very difficult to completely erase.

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.