Lightning Bolt Scar 소설 & 이야기

Rumble! Lucas had thought that the seven-colored lightning bolt would only strike once. He had not expected several more bolts of it to come down. This time, it was dozens of times scarier than before. Lucas had just used his Ultimate Celestial Sword. Therefore, he could not use it again. He could only bite the bullet and confront it. The terrifying seven-colored lightning bolt struck Lucas. Boom! Bang! Boom! Bang! The whole area instantly began to tremble violently. It was a good thing that Lucas had good defensive stats. Otherwise, he would have died.

There, a glowing light beamed gradually and covered my body. Afterward, she stepped back from where I lay. She smiled. "However, this curse will be broken only if the Alpha King will find a mate that bears the similar scar I will give him on his eyebrow." While she told these words, a scar formed on my right eyebrow. "This scar is the mark of the Lightning's curse emitted by the Wolf Moon itself. This scar will be shown on the arm of a human girl as well. A human girl that is destined to be mated to the arrogant Alpha King..."

If we could all feel it, then it had to do with Scarlett. Maxwell and Clay decided to come out of their rooms and join me in the living room. "What is going on," Clay said, wincing in pain. "A partial severance," Tiger, my wolf, said, and I was stunned. "Tiger said it is a partial severance," I said, and they already knew from the look on their faces. Of course, they would know; their wolves would tell them. "What should we do?" Maxwell asked with fear in his voice.

His arm jerked, and lightning screamed down once more, breaking through my weakened barrier. “No!” I roared, shoving every last shred of willpower forward. In desperation, I seized the bolt with my energy, twisting it, diverting its path. There was no time to aim. No strength left to control. The lightning struck me squarely in the chest. Pain. Blinding, searing, endless. It ripped through every nerve, every bone, as though the heavens themselves had chosen to split me apart. My scream echoed with it, raw and unrestrained, before it was swallowed by the roar of the storm overhead.

he called out through the glass door. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed the marks left on my skin. My face flushed with heat, and I splashed cold water on my face to calm down. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Leon was fully dressed. "Are we running late?" He glanced at his watch. "Nope. There's no need to rush." Even though he insisted there was no need to hurry, we were still a little late when we arrived at the venue, and most people had already gathered.

Either way, it looks awesome! Nadia blushes and ducks her head. "Thanks. I never thought I'd have a mark like this. But it is really beautiful," she says admiring her mark. It shimmers in the light of the sun. It's really amazing. I wonder if I'll ever have something similar... Or if I'll end up on my own... It doesn't matter right now. Nadia has a lightning bolt running down the length of her arm the color of Knox's eyes. Way better than any ink job I've seen. I've considered the last couple years getting some ink done myself, but I haven't found anything I've wanted yet.

The bond wasn't broken. Damaged, maybe. Twisted by distance and dark magic. But not broken. I looked down at my hands and gasped. Lightning scars covered both palms, branching out like frozen rivers. The marks glowed faintly blue, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. When I pressed my palms together, sparks danced between my fingers. Proof. Physical proof that what connected us was stronger than Celeste's bombs and Silas's schemes. I climbed to my feet on shaking legs, cradling my scarred hands against my chest. The oak tree stood untouched by the lightning, but the ground where I'd buried the moonstone fragments was burned black. Somehow, some way, the crystal's magic had found a new form.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Her blood was running hot, agitated, reacting to the bond. Tristan was awake. He was standing near the prow—or what was left of it—staring at his hands. He had stripped off his gloves. The morning light caught the new scars. They weren't the jagged black lines of the corruption anymore. Those had faded, replaced by something starker. Branching out from his heart, running up his neck and down his arms, were lines of pure, pearlescent white. They didn't look like scars; they looked like lightning frozen in porcelain.