Blue Exorcist Rin White Hair Novels & Stories

Tristan’s POV I step back. I feel guilty stepping back from her when she looks so scared, but this is not the reaction or situation that I was expecting when I opened that door. The woman has blonde hair, but it’s streaked with something bright. I peer in and I realize that it’s blood. It’s all over her hair, seeping into her dress, which I thought was red but now I realize is actually white. My chest tightens with horror. “What happened to you?”

The static and energy his presence exudes intensifies as I watch his energy spread throughout Orenda, shrouding her in white light. My chest begins to throb with hopeful excitement as her cheek and scalp begin to heal, but my excitement turns to awe as I watch her scalp blossom with hair. Rainbow strands grow longer, forming thick full waves fanning out against her pillow as colourful sparks of static move through each strand. Her body fills to its previous size and shape like her skin and muscles are being inflated like a balloon, and beneath the white glow surrounding her, I see her skin return to its gorgeous shade of burnt sienna at the same moment I hear her heart increase to a steady,

“What’s wrong?” “This.” With a wail, Lyssa removed the headscarf she’d worn, which covered her previously pristine dark-auburn hair. Now, it was shot through with strands of silvery-blue. She shook her head in confusion. “Is it from age?” That didn’t make sense, since Queen Risa had only an occasional strand of white through her red hair, and King Thorne had none visible at all in his dark-brown strands. She shook her head, clutching her hands together. “It’s his magic fusing with mine.” Lyssa blushed, looking downward for a minute. “Last night, we…” She trailed off.

I let out a purr, closing my eyes as he rubbed the back of my ears. “I have never seen this before, Damien,” Dante said, his face serious. He was about to reply, but Julius ran back to us with a huge ass mirror. “Where do you even get that?” Richard asked. “The omegas. They have a couple,” he said, standing the mirror. Damien stood up, and I was looking at myself in the mirror. At first, I looked quietly, then I bent my head, rubbing my eyes on my paw to make sure I was not dreaming. I looked up again, and I wasn’t dreaming. I am white, completely white, and huge. I walked closer to the mirror to take a better look, even though I see clearly. I turned around, trying to spot another colour, b

Disgusting greenish-black blood spilled everywhere. Everybody gasped while looking at the goddess in front of them. Alex’s appearance had changed the moment a blue moon defeated the blood moon. Now, the light of the blue moon glowed on her. Her long wavy blue with silver flecks hair danced with the wind, and her eyes turned to silver with gold flecks. Her white, blue dress hugged perfectly in her fit body. A shining sword in her hands tinted with greenish-black blood of the giant three-headed snake demon beast. It stunned everyone, and their mouths hung in awe while staring at the Goddess.

The scenery suddenly changed, the white columns and curtains vanished and were replaced by a huge coliseum, the coliseum was also white like those in the clouds and the wizlings standing inside were all wearing white satin gowns, there were a variety of colors of hairs having gradient colors, some were shade of light green to dark, and some were brown to black. A gush of wind passed and my hair was blown with the wind. I was flustered when I saw my hair it was longer than ever and it was no longer white, it has the shades of blue. From the scalp to the tip it was white to light down to dark blue. I was also wearing the same kind of outfit as the wizlings in front of me. This was familiar, th

Blue. Not the blue of the sky or ocean, nor anything earthly. This is the blue of lightning—of raw power given form—of divinity taking shape in flesh that struggles to contain it. It’s different from that night in the forest when her eyes transformed or the flashes he had seen staring back at her in the mirror. Her hair shifts as well. It starts at the roots; black fades away, replaced by silver that spreads and becomes an incandescent white—pure and luminous, as if it generates its own light.

Rose said. “Why did he do it? It doesn’t make sense,” I said. Rose shrugged. “I can’t read his mind. It was strange to me too.” Rose had silver hair which looked more white than silver. She always wore white. Even her eyes were more white than silver. And her lips were blood-red. She looked like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. I looked away from her face and turned to Sully. I removed a few strands of hair from her face.

“I was informed it was the head of the housekeepers who did it, my Alpha. I believe her name is Nadja.” “Well... it looks hideous,” Alpha Jackal sighs to himself. “Rin, I command you to make her hair look like it did before.” Immediately, Rin’s eyes change from a bright blue to a glowing red, and shivers race down my spine. Magic is oozing from his every pore, and I freeze when my silver curls grow out to their former glory. They even seem even shinier and more luxurious than before. My throat goes dry. “But... how?” I touch one of my curls, and then it hits me: Rin must be a demon. A contracted one, and Alpha Jackal is his master.

Damontry approached them with heavy steps that reflected her anger, so that they moved away a little. "And now that you know my secret, you must die with him." She said it in sync with her eyes turning black, saturated with a strange lilac, to double their strength because of the stone, she was no longer blue, but became closer to violet. The two girls stared at each other in horror, the blonde girl wincing when he grabbed her hands Baekhyun who had just woken up and flipped her from above him to fall to the ground, smiled at the camera and pointed with both his index fingers and thumb.