Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

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.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

"That's odd." Her concern made him uneasy. "What is?" "My mark...it hasn't healed." When he shot her a blank look she sat up and he followed her. "Usually the physical mark disappears though the psychic bond remains. Yours should have too but it's still there." Rising to look in the mirror, he saw what she meant. Where she had bitten him across his scar, there was a clear impression of her bite mark. When she said it hadn't healed she hadn't been entirely accurate. The bite mark looked as if it had been there for years. It had technically healed...it just hasn't vanished. It had to have something to do with the scarred area of his body. Something about the Amort toxin had altered those areas

It was Lightning, his eyes immediately locking onto mine. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. I stood up, trying to steady my nerves. “I need your help. He stepped closer, his expression hard. “And why the hell would I help you hmm someone who just tampered with our shipment?” I swallowed hard, knowing this was my only chance. “Because am in trouble, Nick” He narrowed his eyes at me. “And what does that have to do with me? And stop calling me Nick. It’s Lightning to you, Lily,” he stated firmly.

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.

I pulled out of her, turning her around to face me. "Dane!" she sobbed. My eyes darted as I searched her naked body and when I turned her back to me again. I saw the sign of a thunderbolt carved with fire into her skin. It was like one using a red hot iron to brand a flesh. I quickly placed my hand over it, not caring if the guardian would find me. I shapeshifted and used my tongue to wipe the spot. Her body shook and the fire stopped but the sign was already on her skin. She took a shaky breath and started to cry. I held her tightly to my body, scared to think of what the sign meant. It symbolised my weapon of war and Zeus’ lightning bolt. I couldn't deny the simple fact that she was marke

I needed the pack doctor. Linking him, he comes quickly. His hands recoil the moment he touches Lana’s skin. “She’s so cold.” “I know. I don’t understand.” She had gone cold before, but not like this, this was on another level. “Your mark?” The doctor asks as he points to Lana’s lightning bolt. “No, this is mine.” I rolled her enough to show the doctor the blue crescent. “We need the person who gave her this.” He points at the lightning bolt “Are you serious?”

The fluorescent lights stabbed at my eyes, too bright, too harsh. Then wider. And I looked down at her thigh. There it was. The scar. That same jagged, raised scar that looked like a lightning bolt. The one I'd seen her put lotion on a thousand times. The one she'd trace with her finger when she was nervous. The one that was as familiar to me as my own face. It was right there. Exactly where it had always been. Exactly how it had always looked. No. The word screamed in my head but I couldn't make a sound. My throat had closed up completely.