Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

When Ava pushed the hood of her cloak from her head, Martha gasped again. “What happened to your face?” Martha stepped forward. Ava pushed back her fall of dark brown hair, showing the full extent of the scars. They went from the left side of her face down her neck and her collarbone. “They look like Lichtenberg figures,” Martha said. “The kinds of scarring persons get after being struck by lightning.” “It wasn’t lightning that did this.” “And this?” Shea asked, pointing at the body in the pod. “That’s even stranger.” “What about—?"

Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

Not only were these bolts larger and contained more sting, they were faster than the ones before. *Chirp?* The little red bird chirped in confusion as it struggled to avoid one of the large lightning bolts, seemingly trying to comprehend how it was possible for the new bolts to be so much faster. *Boom* *Chirp!* A large bolt of lightning struck the struggling bird, and it chirped – in rage. Yes, rage. It didn’t protest painfully, but angrily. Once the light had faded, the figure of the bird was revealed. Its red feathers were still as majestic as before, and it didn’t look the slightest bit fazed by the onslaught. Its blue eyes were now red, and it screeched powerfully before releasing a bri

Just a few seconds after Skylar bit him, the scar suddenly felt like it was on fire. "Argh!" Aslan cried out in pain. It was far more painful than when Skylar had bitten him earlier. It felt as though he was being burned alive. Skylar also suddenly groaned while clutching the back of his neck. They both groaned in pain. A black mark emerged from Aslan’s scar and spread across his chest, forming a chain-like pattern. It looked like a tattoo but clung to his skin like a burn scar. Aslan writhed, feeling an intense heat throughout his body, and Skylar felt the same pain as well, with the same mark also appearing in his body.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Normally he didn’t curse but I guess, as he said, this wasn’t normal. He reached out, taking my hair in his hands. His thumb brushed through the strands softly. “It shimmers.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you get hit by fucking lightening.” “Excuse me?” Zayle took my head in his hands. “Are you okay?” Shrugged, I points to the silvery scar in the pattern from the lightening. “This is the only thing left. Outside the hair bleach.” “Why?” I rolled my eyes. “Why does she ever pull this shit? I was the vessel holding your blessing. The transfer was us ‘connecting’.” I made air quotations with the last word.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

Bolts of lightning strike through the celestial sky of my home realm as I continue to let out all my rage. Clouds of colour that put the Aurora Borealis to shame, roll in in greater numbers as each electric-charged bolt hits the vast slick, rainbow ocean below. Every muscle in my body is clenched with tension, my teeth grinding against each other on the brink of shattering as Gabriella’s minty eyes plague my mind once again. The hurt, the disgust… they will stay with me for all eternity.

By the time he finished, silence stretched between them like a canyon. Caius blinked. Then blinked again. His jaw dropped, then closed, then dropped again. “Wait. You’re telling me that happened? To you?” Sebastian nodded stiffly, his throat dry. “Show me,” Caius demanded. Sebastian frowned. “What?” “The mark. Show me.” With a resigned sigh, Sebastian tugged his shirt over his head. The torchlight hit the crest etched into his chest, faintly pulsing with its unnatural glow.

Evie froze. His dark undershirt was pulled taut, but it had ridden up slightly, revealing a vast section of his right shoulder blade and ribs. There, running from the base of his neck diagonally down toward his flank, was a grotesque, jagged mark. It wasn't the neat, surgical line of a human scar, nor was it the faint, faded white line of a shifter's healed wound. It was thick, discolored, and raised—a violent, keloid eruption of silver-tinted scar tissue that looked continuously irritated, as if his body’s supernatural healing factor was in a perpetual, agonizing war with whatever had inflicted it. Even now, under the stress of his exhaustion and the Feral Slide, the skin around the scar wa