Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

The earth shook as one after another, countless lightning bolts slammed into the giant hand, tearing and ripping off flesh and skin with every blast, eliciting a scarlet deluge of blood falling from the sky. The giant hand flinched and winced with white sparkles flashing all around it, inadvertently knocking down hills and mountains while also leaving deep and terrifying moats in the ground. The gigantic hand was trying to defend itself, as the world could clearly see. But it was also plainly obvious that it would not be able to hold up long against the relentless bombardment. The lightning bolts were blasting off chunks of flesh and skin off the hand that one could even make out the whites

I said in response as I sent the knife heading toward her with full speed, obscured by the volcano. Just then, lightning zapped me almost immediately from the cloud they had conjured against me. I went back on the found, raising my hand and letting the volcano turn into a dome to protect myself. I looked down at my body and gasped as I found a line on my right hand which looked like a marking of a lightning. But nothing more happened. I figured that the protective light had protected me enough to stop immediate death but not without giving me a marking. To show that their magic was still in effect, the lightning continued to attack the tornado protecting me, trying hard to penetrate.

Omniscient It starts with a single crack. Not thunder. Not yet. Just the forest holding its breath before the sky suddenly splits open. This lightning doesn’t flicker, it hunts. Bolts slam into the earth with furious precision, carving trenches of steam into moss and root. The clouds churn above like something angry is watching through them, teeth bared behind each strike. “Move!” Scarlett shouts, hauling Erik toward the treeline. But it doesn’t matter. The lightning follows them.

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

With a wave of his palm, a great bolt of lightning shaped like a sharp spear was shot out from it. The evil eye, as though sensing the attack, quickly flashed away before the lightning bolt hit. It appeared with another flash to the side. It then started to twist and contort. As suddenly as it started, the eye’s mass started to crack and scar. Though, these new tears carried the same energy as that purple ray of light.

he shrieked, his voice distorted by the energy. He lunged, no longer just a werewolf, but a living taser. Jack dodged a bolt of lightning that vaporized the spot where he had been standing. The intense electromagnetic field was a physical force, pressing in on him, and worse, it was aggravating the bloodline scar. A sharp, searing pain shot through his chest, and for a terrifying second, his vision wavered.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling the scent of ozone and stardust that leached from my pores. "Mine," he growled. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin over my pulse. I felt the thudding of my heart against his jaw. He bit down. The sound was wrong. Wet. Sharp. Like wood breaking underwater. It hurt—a sharp, stinging pinch—but my blood didn't run red. Instead, a pressure wave of blinding silver light erupted from the puncture wound. It swirled across my skin like liquid mercury, sealing the mark instantly. It wasn't a scar. It was a brand of light that buzzed against my nerves.

I explained. I touched my side. I have no idea which one of them got me but one of them did. I have a three or four inch scar down my right side now from them. Wolves don’t normally scar and if we do silver is normally involved, but their fucking claws left a scar. I know they did not have silver tipped claws because the wound never burnt like silver would have. I am not sure why the wound scared.

I couldn’t see all of his chest with the towel in the way, but I saw it. It was a different kind of scar, it wasn’t a slice or puncture. This one looked like something like a triangular shape had been pressed there leaving small dots of deep angry scar behind.