Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

Immediately after, a fearsome slash attack headed toward Biggy. Biggy’s soulless expression did not change at all, and he threw out another fist. This punch had Thunder and Lightning powers added in addition to Earth-Shattering Fist. Its force met the fearsome slash attack like it was breaking bamboo. Boom! With the sound of an explosion, the Thunder and Lightning powers had not been neutralized by the Scorpion Tail Slash and continued hurtling toward the Scorpion Guardian. “What!” The Scorpion Guardian blanched in astonishment. He could swear he had never been this scared before.

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.

He attacks in earnest. The Thunderstrike Scripture at full output is spectacular and brutal — he crosses the ring in two steps, a combination of five strikes flowing into each other like water, lightning element detonating at each impact point with a sharp crack that the barrier formation absorbs before it reaches the spectators. The first two strikes I deflect. The third gets through my guard and hits my left shoulder with enough force to spin me half a step sideways. My shoulder goes numb. Not broken — Stone Shell prevented structural damage — but the lightning element has left a hot, tingly disruption in the Ki pathway at my shoulder joint that's going to be annoying for the rest of this

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.

He shifted into wolf form and tore off after the shooter. The shooter had already fled. Only a scent lingered. A cloying, musky perfume Julian knew well. Lyra's. His pupils contracted to pinpoints. The Council and the elite guard had shown up by then. They got the area locked down. One of the elders pulled the bolt out and went pale. "There's a scorpion-tail mark carved into the shaft. The head is custom — three-edged with reverse barbs." He held it up. His hand was shaking. "It's identical — identical — to the bolt that nearly killed Luna Rafaela three years ago."

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

Soon the winds began to pick up, and thunder was heard in the dark sky when a lightning bolt flashed across. The Heavenly tribulation was powering up, and a small lightning bolt came down and landed on Koran’s crown chakra, causing Koran to wince in pain as she channeled the energy into her golden core, solidifying it. Koran took all several lightning strikes and solidified the formation of her golden core; when she finally finished the solidification, she relaxed when a low rumbling was heard in the clouds. The clouds changed colors, and they became red and orange. The clouds seemed aflame and were on fire; this was the first time Blake had witnessed such a phenomenon.

“A new moon and a sword, the mark of the Cavaliere Ombra Pack. The dark side of the moon and the weapon of destruction, exactly what our pack is.” He slowly pats down the paste and slowly, the puncture wounds and the infected nerves around it start to turn from black to putrid to pink and normal. The stench dissipates, and the holes close up. I watch with broken relief as Chiara comes back to normal, but then something strange happens. Something is forming on the spot on her neck. A thin red line, spreading on her skin and forming a clear image. A lightning bolt nocked on a bow, enclosed in a full moon.

I answered out of respect and guilt. The guilt was due to the lightning bolt scar across his face. When there was a group of turned wolves that slaughtered countless humans and half-bloods, the Renegades and a few warriors worked together to contain them. Viktor had been amongst the warriors, and I had caused his scar. It had been an accident, as he had been in the crossfire. A swarm had targeted him, and the only way I could keep him from being killed was to unleash a bolt of lightning. Although I had tried to heal him so he wouldn’t have the scar, he had refused.

Even Elders feared it. "You want the beast to walk the Platform?" Elder Cang narrowed his eyes, a cruel smile returning. "If his soul is impure, the lightning will turn him to ash. There will be nothing left to bury." "I accept," Caleb said instantly. "Caleb," Scarlett whispered, grabbing his arm. "That platform strikes the soul directly. It’s not kinetic energy. You can't punch lightning." Caleb looked at her, his golden eyes soft. "I walked through the Corridor of Shattered Souls for you. I fought a volcano for you. A little static electricity isn't going to stop me."