Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

’ Zanthe surges forward, sharp with satisfaction. ‘Clever. But does that mean the rogues are after the white wolf, or is he just taking precautions?’ is that why they are kidnapping girls? Are they looking for me?.... no surely, they wouldn’t be sending Us to find them…. But then he’s disguising Zanthe… ‘No idea. Let’s ask him at our next briefing.’ Featherstone gestures toward the pool. “We developed this dye. It’s basically human hair dye with a few other extracts added to ensure it won’t irritate your wolf’s skin, and won’t wash out quickly.”

I had more than a few bruises and scratches from the crash, and since my wolf was so exhausted, I hadn’t been able to heal yet. Once I was submerged, Ember turned and kneeled beside the tub, helping me scrub the dye out of my hair. I watched miserably as the water began to turn brown. “It took a lot of time to get my hair so blonde, you know,” I said, pinching the chocolate strands between my fingers. “So much money… So many trips to the hair salon…” Ember scoffed. “It did not look as good as you think.” My cheeks flushed. “Gee. Thanks.” Everyone back home seemed to prefer the blonde. Especially the men.

And yet, something gnawed at me, something about her felt…off. As I twisted another lock into the towel, I paused. My eyes narrowed. The roots of her hair were Auburn, rich, natural, and shifted halfway into a softer, almost red tone toward the tips. At first, I thought it was the light, the reflection of the colored light playing tricks on me. But no. The contrast was too sharp. I leaned closer, frowning. “Strange…” I muttered under my breath.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

“It’s a rogue. I smell a rogue.” I smelled my mate. Why would a scout be taking the head front in this confrontation? Your Silver should be, not her. “Hello, Alpha King!” a feminine voice, appeared behind the door, flipping her long black hair around. My wolf howled inside. “Mate? Mate!!” As she walked in, a sense of weakness rushed into the room and the Blue Bloom Alpha fell on one knee. “Silver!” That’s when we saw it, on her hair were particles of Silver. As she flipped it, it spread and infected the air, choking on all who breathe it in.

Tears brimmed her eyes, she closed her eyes and shook her head not wanting to let the tears fall. My hair was just below my boobs and it had layers, he also thinned it out and gave me a little side fringe that rested on my right side. He also dyed the tips of my hair a honey blond colour so it contrasted well with my nature brown hair and my tanned complexion. I hardly even recognized myself I wonder what the girls would think when the saw me, they were currently waiting outside the store until I finished. "What's Wrong sugar-pie? Do you not like it?" he asked worriedly.

The straight hair barely lasted five minutes before curling itself again so Mono opted for an up do, allowing my mark to proudly display itself. The girls kept my make-up simple but added enough to cover up the red blotches from the waxing that they had done. Deep red lipstick stained my lips and my dull blue eyes were highlighted with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Slipping into the dress and placing my feet into silver embelished sandals were the last things I did. The heel of the sandals were thin and the bands snaking up my calves like vines hanging from the tall trees in the forest. I even kept the jewelry simple, not wanting a necklace to take away the beauty of my mark.

She had a pretty face, round with a small thin nose and wonderful large full lips, coated in a dark rusty shade lipstick, her eyes were an icy clear blue and she had fine thin eyebrows and long dark eyelashes, her hair was naturally blonde I decided, as I couldn’t see any sign of give away different shade roots, she beamed in a radiant smile that seemed to brighten up her whole face, “Would you like some help?” she enquired in a pleasant manner with a beaming smile showing her pretty pearl white teeth.

"It wasn't a biological smell, sir. It was sharp. Bitter. It felt like it was peeling the lining of our nostrils." "It smelled like silver-root smoke," the second sentinel added. “I bet it was similar.” "They aren't wolves, Angie," Dad said, his voice dropping into a cold sigh, "And they aren't Lycans either. Silver-root smoke is what hunters use to 'bleach' the air. It burns the Alpha-scent out of the atmosphere so they can’t be tracked by nose." Malcolm’s grip tightened until the edge of the mahogany desk groaned under his hand. "Hunters? Wait—didn’t you just mentioning that they’re probably a werewolf too?”

Renata grins, sliding on a pair of gloves and Stormi does the same. I sit quietly and follow instructions while they try to figure it out, even asking the invited stylists for advice. It takes a while but we succeed in colouring every root and strand. We leave the dye in my hair for a good hour and then some more minutes, while playing a card game while interacting with the audience. The views are up by two million more by the time the timmer to wash out my dye dings. “It's time,” Stormi rises, shaking the phone towards the camera.