Black Haired Female Characters Novels & Stories

I knew I hadn’t met her yet because no one would forget the color of her hair. Another one had her hand wrapped around his arm as she stood next to him, looking up at him adoringly as he spoke. This one I definitely recognized. She was the Gamma of the Fair Winds pack and one of the women who openly glared at me earlier. She had sleek, shiny black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was curvy in all the right places and I could easily imagine she would be Reegan’s type. “Grrrr!” Cara growled in my head, irate that someone dared to touch our mate.

Looking more like a goddess than a queen. “Shit, well I can’t tell if she’s happy or not, and I can’t feel anything through the bond. We need to make sure she doesn’t come in here, we may have to head out the back door.” We both sit in silence, watching Alaina. She’s with a woman that I saw on the first trip here. Short hair, what is it called... Pixie cut maybe, with blue near the ends and pink from the scalp. I wouldn’t be happy if Alaina wore those clothes. Black skirt, if you can call I that, it's more of a loin cloth than a skirt, and a black top that barely covers her breasts, and a bright pink sweater tied around her waist. That must be Siobhan, it’s most definitely not Lochlynn!

They both chuckle, and he promptly turns to exit the hall, followed by his men. I felt a little nervous on the inside as I realized what had just occurred. The agony, which had been subsiding, burst forth in rivers. I felt as though I should be the recipient of Alpha Derrick's adoration, but Mona ripped him away from me. My hair, on the other hand, is Moon shadow black. It cascaded down my back and over my shoulders as I shifted my sight away from Mona. My waist is slim, and my skin tone is a golden tan. My arched brows framed my sweeping eyelashes.

he demanded, his voice laced with anger. Sabrina's face broke into a grin, but to my shock, she transformed into an unfamiliar woman. She was striking, with black eyeliner accentuating her midnight-black eyes and black lipstick on her lips. Her white hair cascaded like snow, and she wore a black corset dress that added to her enigmatic allure. Her sharp, black nails gleamed menacingly.

Sephora's POV “Sequoia! No! What are you doing?" I stood, hidden by the cover of the green foliage, and watched her talking to a group of strange creatures that surrounded her. They were tall and muscular, nothing like any of our sisters. They had no breasts, and their hair was short, lacking silkiness, and didn't flow in the wind. They surrounded Sequoia and spoke to her. Her smile grew as she talked back to them. Their hard and chiseled facial features hid the evil they harboured in their hearts.

(As she is speaking a woman with long black hair and a wolf head tattoo on the back of her neck is seen entering the club and arranging her hair. [End Scene]

The maid recovers from the shock and finally responds in a low voice while turning her back to me. — I am under your orders, your highness, please follow me. — She's avoiding making eye contact with me, interesting. Her hair is black like most of the population of Kreg, she does not appear to have any striking features. If I were to describe her I would say that she was one of the many who is also strung by the castle to show the power of the king.

The girl named Hera yelled after her. Having a closer look at her, I discovered that Hera has thick, long black-brown hair. She was curvaceous but not obese. Her hair was almost reaching her waist, she had a sharp and precise jawline that was accentuated with a long and slim nose. Her eyes are dark brown. She's so beautiful. "Thanks for that," I appreciated her and she smiled. "You're welcome. I'm Hera by the way" "I'm Babara Arnold," "Ooh. You're the infamous new girl who caused the fight"

Abigail Rossie is a 50-year-old woman with a captivating appearance, though full of deception. Her long brunette hair cascades stiffly down to her shoulders, resembling an unseen brown crown. Her eyes, similar in color, sparkle dangerously, instilling fear in her enemies. Not just for her looks, but for the cunning of her mind. Behind the apparent luxury and grace, Abigail is a master of intrigue and real tactics. Her somewhat serene face, adorned with hidden wrinkles, reveals signs of age and experience.

He was obviously playing Alpha at the moment, and was trying way too hard to be intimidating. In front of him stood a short but sturdy looking girl with a rigid expression plastered over her hard features. She stood confidently like Grey, but it was obvious that her stance was not forced but natural, unlike Grey's. I made a mental note to stay on her good side, because she looked like just the person you didn't want to get into a fight with. Her hair was wrapped into a tight, black bun on the top of her head, and her piercing blue gaze made me shudder, even though she didn't even give me a single glance.