Black Haired Inuyasha Novels & Stories

The alpha has salt and pepper hair, and silvery-grey eyes, while the luna’s hair still has some raven-black strands mixed in with white. I take in a long breath and pray to the Moon for courage. It isn’t very often any pack will attempt to make a truce with another.

But nothing beats the intimidating appearance of the leader of Nidhogg himself, Rei Shibasaki. The man’s white hair fell down to the nape of his neck, and it was obvious that he had shaved regularly, as there wasn’t a single sign of facial hair growing on his face. Rei Shibasaki was dressed in a smart black and white suit with black leather shoes. All in all, he had the appearance of a strict, no-nonsense businessman, but Ren knew better. “I’m surprised that you want to meet me.” Ren snorted.

She strongly gripped Mina's wrist and smiled at her with her sharp eyes. "Where do you think you're going?" Yuri warned Mina. This time, she could already see her classmate's wicked smile. "She's going home. She needs to." A serious voice answered. Mina turned her back to know who just spoke. Only a few steps from them, a very handsome guy was already standing. ---------- His hair was not neatly done, no wax, gel or whatsoever. But that messy hair looked so good on him. He looked like an action star in a black shirt under the grayish jacket, rugged jeans and Converse sneaks. In his hand, a black backpack.

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

I answered him and went to a tree and sat on the ground to start combing my long and light hair. He is hard because there is no shampoo. But what can I expect when I literally just bathed in soap-free water. It took a few minutes before I finished combing my hair. I will dry my hair first before tying it up. "Ales, did you know that there are only a few immortals with that hair color?" Stefano now plays Sushi. I don't know when they came to an agreement, but that doesn't matter because the important thing is, Sushi's life is no longer threatened.

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

It cannot be fooled. She threw it toward Raiken. He caught it. The instant it touched his palm, the ravine darkened. His shadow rose behind him. Tall. Crowned. Smiling. Every wolf snarled. Daigo shifted back to human form beside Kiyomi. That is not encouraging. Hayate pushed himself upright against the rock. Raiken, drop it. Raiken opened his hand. The tooth had fused to his skin. Black lines spread up his wrist. The crowned shadow leaned over his shoulder.

I had been expecting a ' nope , I don't use normal Werewolf's comb ' or ' No one touches my hair '. I made Lycan sat down on the wooden chair before the great mirror and then I picked up my comb. He didn't stare at himself in the mirror at all. His eyes were just on me and that makes me a bit uncomfortable but I just had to comply anyway. Feeling the texture and silkiness of a man's hair is something but touching and combing the Big Bad Wolf's hair is vastly a different thing. His hair is pure black and it is very long. The texture and silkiness compare to none other. The more I ran the comb through it, the more I realized Lycan isn't normal.

No kindness. Nikolai Kenji Ivanshov. Alpha of the Thornmoon Pack. He took a step closer, and the light from the torch caught his face, turning his expression even more dark. If he recognised me at all, he did not show it. His gaze ran over me once, taking in my chained hands, my torn dress and then my hair. "You are human," he said. His voice was low, steady. "With red hair." His eyes narrowed slightly. "No human has red hair."