Blue Hair Pokemon Trainer Novels & Stories

I remained calm, not betraying the rage I felt. ''You're a hybrid." He told me, I gulped. You can tell Hybrids by the colour of their iris which ranges from a mix of the colours blue and red in the cases of royals to the mix of the colours blue and black in the cases of normals. ''If you want to see your true mate-" He begun, letting of my hand. "-Or Greg again, you're going to help us.'' He growled, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

Blake’s hand which was holding mine, tightened gently, wanting me to calm down and listen without judging anything, and nodding, I chose to keep a complete open mind right now “if you want, I can be the one to tell you the entire story, how your father met your mother, why your grandfather was FORCED to kill your grandmother, and why you’ve had to live in hiding. I know that I am the last person that you might trust since you just met me; however, listening can never harm you. You can choose to take what you want, leave what you want, and then, we will go and start with training” “Can I ask why are you sure that I will be agreeing to start training with you? Not to offend you, but I have no

-2 days ago- Reiya: I heard one of your colors is violet, isn't it? Ban: Yea that is right. It's the color of the Pregucia Familia right? Reiya: Yes. And it is my primary color too. Blue is my secondary. Ban: So does that mean that you are connected to the Pregucia Familia?

The blonde was only surprised how two such opposites - incredible power and cat's grace - could fit into one horse's body. Tristan immediately identified the leader of the herd: a tall stallion, even compared to the rest of the nulliards, whose long, massive curled horns rose above his head, cutting through the air. The leader was a light gray color with an unusual pearl tint, which Tristan had never seen in horses. This reflection made the stallion look pearlescent. Unusual shades adorned other nulliards, but what surprised them most were their eyes: not only were the irises of their eyes blue, yellow or red, but not the usual brown color, but also the shape of the pupil was more like a hum

His jaw tightened, but he turned to the officers. In a deep voice, he started. “I’m Marcus Kane, Sophia’s husband. Yes, I’m Bella’s private trainer. Ryan signed me up for her fitness program. We do sessions either at my place or here at their house sometimes. It depends on schedules. Private because Bella prefers it that way, as she mentioned. Less distractions.”

LYRA I stare at my reflection in the mirror, transformed. The gown I wore was a piece of perfection hugging every curve of mine. The silk fabric clings to my skin, showcasing my figure in a way that makes me feel so different. The dress is a deep, rich blue, almost purple, almost like Sage knew exactly what to pick out for me all the time. It's an offshoulder with long lace sleeves flowing. I know this date was supposed to be casual but Sage didn't think as I did. He was hell-bent on making it a bit overboard.

I had to tear my gaze away from him before he could do that. His hair was blue at the moment, making me raise a brow. “Why's it blue?” “Oh. This?” He touched his hair. “This is my happy colour. My hair turns blue whenever I'm overjoyed.” He grinned, sitting on the couch opposite me. “It turns yellow when I'm sad. Grey when I'm confused.” “What of black?” “When I'm mad.” He smiled. “It also turns white when I'm happy. It all depends on the type of happiness.”

He smiled and continued eating. She smiled too as she watched him eat. He has really grown to be a very handsome young man and she knows his mate will be a very lucky wolf to have him in her life. He was just as tall as his father and he has a little bit of blue in his hair. The same color as his wolf. They noticed the blue color in his hair just the second day after his first shift and no matter how much they tried to dye it so it blend with his normal hair, it doesn’t. Since the color won’t change, he left it that way and was always happy to rock it.

I’m blushing because our hands touched. “He looks like a strong pup. We’ll see how his training goes,” he stated, taking his hand back. “What color is he? I want to try and picture him.” I asked. “He’s gray and white bi-colored. His paws, legs, and belly are white, gray speckles along his sides becoming grey along his back, a white streak down from between his ears to the tip of his nose, and a white curly tail. His eyes are an amber-brown color.” Andy described. He is good at giving details.