Bleed Marks Hair Novels & Stories

The hour seemed like an eternity. I showered the dirt and sweat off and got dressed, almost afraid to look in the mirror; but look I did. Where Lance had bitten me there was a small, white, star shaped scar. Well, sort of a scar; more like a mark as it wasn’t raised. It was small, but quite noticeable even as pale as I was it stood out in hard contrast against my skin. I fingered the silver in my hair, I didn’t really mind it much. The silver wasn’t a grey type of silver but rather a pure almost liquid color, flowing through my hair like a molten river; a mark of whatever this was between Lance and I.

Kayla’s eyes widened in shock. Leon didn’t think. He just acted. He swung the clippers straight up and pressed them firmly into the center of Kayla’s perfectly styled blonde hair — right at the front of her scalp, just above her forehead. *BZZZZZZZZZZ—* The blades carved a brutal, uneven path straight down the middle of her head. A thick, wide strip of golden hair fell away instantly, fluttering to the stone tiles like dead leaves. Pale skin gleamed underneath in a shocking white line that ran from her hairline toward her crown.

My brows furrowed. But shockingly, I couldn't recall what had made me bleed

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I would be lying if I said it didn’t cause my member to react, but I can’t take her again, otherwise we will miss our flight and Mia needs feeding. I watch as she pulls her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head; her mark glistening under the bathroom light. I smile, knowing that she is proud to show it off. She will need to mark us, and I can’t wait for when she does. I touch my mark from Fen and I close my eyes as I groan as the sparks run straight to my groin.

It was plain and ordinary and exactly her style. She looked in the mirror. Her hair was horribly flat. Well, there was no reason why Helen couldn’t be pretty after her own fashion. She started the water running in the tub and put her head under the stream. At least she could easily give her hair volume when it was short. She towel-dried her hair and then rooted around in Mark’s medicine cabinet until she found his gel. Sure, she’d smell like him, but it was better than letting her hair dry without any product in it at all. When she was finished, it wasn’t so bad. It was just herself and she didn’t think she was ugly. She clicked open the door and came out into the hall. Mark was in the kitch

I read the instructions that were on the back of the pack. Step one: pour the liquids into the given bottle. Step two: shake the bottle well to mix the liquids. Step three: bleach your hair if necessary. Step four: apply the mix and let it sit for 30 minutes. Step five: wash your hair. Voila: you have yourself new hair!

I was hiding the scar from Hunter not to impress him but to hide the fact that he had given me a mark in life I may never forget. " Don't be shy love, Hunter is definitely one appealing to the eyes" She started as she took hold of my hair in one hand and removed the ruffle with another. " Ha, i don't think so" I rolled my eyes and let her continue with whatever she was doing on my head. She laughed again " Don't deny it love. And are you trying to tell me all these struggle with your hair is for nothing?" She began brushing the hair with soft strokes. " Well it's for something, to hide it from him"

I say. She nods her head and begins to get to work. It seems like it takes forever for her to cut my hair down to the length that we want. As she takes inches off my hair, it seems to get lighter and lighter. No wonder people like their hair shorter. Once she is satisfied with my length, she moves back to Scarlett to wash her hair out. They talk of hair styles for her while washing out the color. When they return, I am shocked to see that Scarlett's hair is a dark, almost midnight blue. The color is amazing.

Thankfully, it looks like a cloudy night, so hopefully, the full moon will be hidden from sight until it is too late. "We still have a few hours until midnight. Come here, let's see if we can't fix your hair a bit." Luna waves me over to her as I smile and step closer, "it's such a shame, if only we had a brush. Being marked is such a special moment, it should be perfect, but ... " she trails off, I guess realising we can't change or do anything about it now as she runs her fingers through my neglected hair, trying to comb out the knots as best she can. "There," she states, happy with her work, "it looks less of a mess now."