Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

It was Lani's shop. Scar felt his heart clench is anger as he realised the bastard hadn't hurt Lani physically, it had all been mental. That tattoo parlour was her everything, Scar knew it just like everyone else did and that was why he needed to find her - quickly. He knew more than anyone that mental wounds were much more painful than the ones that can be seen, he had to try and help her. The sky was dark as the ash danced around the club, the only light was the blaze of orange and red from the mighty fire, the glow left an eerie atmosphere that lingered around the lot. After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

Carol and Diana let go, taking Lucas with them and moving further away from the two. Even Prometheus didn't stand a chance at the world's most powerful lightning to ever be conjured as Viper drove the entire lightning bolt towards the Titan, hitting him and eating away at his aura. Viper grabbed both of his massive arms, sending even more currents into him, billions of joules hitting against his body and causing the lava inside of his godly entity to boil and his body began to burn like acid. The lightning bolt intensified to an extent it looked like it was striking from all directions, to the others.

the beast said. His appearance begins to change as he turns to his beast form. He becomes two bigger than his normal self, with lightning radiating from his body. The beast sped up to the Giants with much fury,he smashed one of the giants hard on the ground. He grabbed another giant who tried punching him by his hand and punched the giant rapidly and fling him to the incoming giants causing them to crash on the ground. A giant sneaks behind him and punches him hard with his giant hand making him scream out as his hands evolve lightning and he strikes him with massive lightning Making the giant fall down weakly.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

So I reached my arm out of the water, and out from my hand, a lightning bolt shot straight up into the sky, and with a loud clap of thunder that followed it brightened the sky to a blue color, not the usual red. I laughed and shot another massive bolt into the air from my other hand and held it there. Looking up at the sky, it looked surreal. I have never shot a bolt that massive before and suddenly I felt scared as I had trouble stopping the bolts, so I brought my hand down under the water. As I did, the bolts hit the shield and began to bounce off and around, as it headed my direction I had to duck underwater to escape as it disappeared out to the sea and dissipated to nothing. I resurface

Even if werewolves are not weak to gold, I don't think there's any creature who can stand the direct heat of the sun or too much electricity. As the lightning surged around him, a few chains flew behind him like a million glowing tentacles emitting small electrical sparks. His eyes had also fully turned yellow and I'm not talking about just his irises. It explained why almost everyone who had witnessed him use his powers still called it an unbelievable sight. It was beautiful and prideful and all, but it still looked unreal even if I was seeing it myself. The pack members stopped howling and bowed their heads. Scarlette also lowered her head but not as much as the others. Apple and I were th

They fought tooth and nail as if it was some type of morbid dance between two opposite forces until eventually overcoming what used to stand in front: they defeated them again…or so thought those remaining few who chose life over death. Still panting heavily amid the ruins left behind due devastation caused by Miss Bulwark (*as referred lovingly by Lovato*), both daredevils embraced at last after such intense battle; relieved - although bruised & battered (mostly mentally!)-that also no harm had come upon their little brave soul known as 'Scarlett'. One final thing remained however: The showstopper itself…. A fiery explosion occurred right then when two hearts collide during an affectionate

I nod, still grappling with the surreal events that just unfolded herein. Landon, however, remains fixated on the spot where the lightning struck. His gaze lingers, a mixture of curiosity and caution. As my eyes follow his, I see it – a skeletal form on the ground, burned to the core by the lightning's unforgiving touch. The Sorceress's remains lie sprawled, the skeleton exposed in a haunting tableau. The bones, charred and blackened, form a twisted silhouette against the cave floor. The skull, once adorned with malevolence, now bears the marks of the elemental strike – empty sockets staring into oblivion.