Lightning Bolt Scar Novels & Stories

Someone must have managed to break open their way out He grinned in triumph as he dashed towards one of the creatures that was fighting Katrina, slashing at it with his blade. He knew that there wouldn't be much time left if he didn't finish it off fast. Before the creature could recover, however, the creature was struck in its left side by a bolt of lightning. The creature screamed in agony, falling to the ground. A moment later, another bolt of electricity hit it's chest. The creature dropped down, screaming once again, this time in agony. Gerald turned his gaze away from the scene and saw the final creature, who had been attacking Katrina, collapse to the ground and stop moving

“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.

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.

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."

As the light faded, a sharp, sudden stingshot throughh thecentrer of my right hand. I pulled my hand back, frowning as I turned my palm upward in the moonlight. Right in the very center of my skin, burned in a faint, stark white, was a perfect, tiny crescent scar. It tingled with a lingering, magical heat. My chest heaved as I stared at it. I was right. This bond wasn't standard. It wasn't just a typical fated alignment. The silver light, the ancient voice she heard, and now this scar left on my flesh—it all meant something profound. Something special.

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.

There was no way that sleep would come easy after all that I’d seen today, so I would have to take Eva’s offer up. As I stepped out of the shower, I realized that I hadn’t brought a towel in with me, which meant that I would have to trail water back into my room. As I walked past the bathroom mirror, something caught my eye, and I halted. I turned, pointing towards the mirror so that I could see it clearly. Running from my shoulder blade, and diagonally across my back, was a large jagged scar. It looked very much like a lightning bolt and stopped just above my hip.

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.