Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

A normal blonde or brunette or even dark haired, which seemed to be the most common I had seen in my life on people my age. But I was born with this. It was my curse. Even in the blood moon pack house, I seemed to be the only one with this shade of hair and midnight blue streak in it. It was hard getting by without being looked at like a complete freak. One time, one of alpha Kieran’s slut had made me dipped my hair in water filled with laundry soap commanding me to wash off dye because she felt I was trying to get attention from people. As it never came off, she then assumed it was a permanent dye and promised to deal with me henceforth as I had disobeyed her by not taking off the dye.

The only prominent feature that set us apart was our hair. Hers was strawberry blonde, falling out into smooth waves and stopping at her waist. Mine was short and straight, stopping a little beyond my shoulders, the color being a soft blend of ginger brown. But still, how could we look so alike? “What….” I trail off, my lips parting in awe. “Who is this?”

I smiled, about to respond, when she gasped. "Mommy, you have a star hair!" She pointed at my head. I frowned. "A star hair?" "Kelly says that's what her grandma called them." I reached up and pulled my hair around to look. A stray strand of hair caught my eye. It was a single strand of bright white, almost silver, in my dark hair. I shifted my hair around and found more than one. Grey. My hair was going grey.

Would I want it? My hair was half up, half down, with the curled strands framing my face. My black streaks were a stark contrast to my strawberry blond hair and olive complexion, but the dress accented my eyes, giving them an ethereal glow. A little charcoal eye shadow and clear lip gloss and I have to say, I agree with Petra. I looked like a Queen.

Her hands moved skillfully, weaving my hair into a Dutch braid as we talked "Your hair's been through a lot," Lilith teased, laughing softly. I mirrored her laugh "It has, I had bangs and a bob cut" "Oh, God, the dreaded bob" she said, shaking her head "Never again, Thalia" Lilith had always been radiant, her blonde hair still thick and literally glowing, untouched by the passing of time. Mine, on the other hand, was stubborn, caught somewhere between brown and black, straight and curly, forever defying definition and sometimes gravity.

Mom picks up her bag and walks out, locking the door behind her. “Bye mom!” “Bye Carol, see you at 8:00 p.m.” Hannah just walked in. She’s been at the salon all afternoon. “Hannah! Omg! Blonde now? “Yea. What? Don’t you like it? The woman gave me purple shampoo. It helps to even out the tone.” I get up from laying on the couch. “It’s very radiant, bright actually. It fits your personality. I love it.” “Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.”

"What?" My hand flew to my hair, finding the distinctive streak that had marked me from birth. The same streak that had faded to almost nothing after I'd lost my moonsinging ability. I pulled a strand forward to see it, rich, silver against my otherwise brown hair, now shot through with what looked like threads of silver. She gently turned my face toward the dying light of the sun. "The brown streak in your hair. It has reappeared. And it's… shining." "What does it mean, Nanny?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to me?"

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

I said to her. “I have tried hard to endure everything that Dad has ever done to me, but I'm done. I always had that particular thought but I never voiced it out. Now that I voiced it out of anger, everyone began to act weirdly around me. I know you all are hiding something Now that I think about it, I always wondered why Amelia and Steven both have black hair but I have blonde hair. Everything is beginning to make sense now.” I said to her, over the phone. “What are you saying, Adrianna? You're blonde because I have blonde hair too. That doesn't prove anything.” She said.