Danny Phantom Black Hair Novels & Stories

He said. Quinn frowned. Luce Lucy? Then he got it. LOOSE Lucy. He snorted. Then covered it with a cough. A second later Dany showed up and knocked on the door. Quinn yelled at her to come inside. Here was the thing. Dany was insanely gorgeous. She had ash blonde hair that hung in ringlets and it was long as shit down her back. He didn’t know what she did for work but she was fit as fuck and tan and had a few freckles across her nose that made it seems like she grew up at the beach instead of cloudy Oregon.

Danny lets out, his hands going to his wavy brown hair, "Holy fucking shit. This is bad." It is. Horrendously bad.

, Raven winked at her, laughing again. Then, something happened that she would never forget. Dana was walking to the stage and the younger vamp was beside her. He seemed familiar to her, she felt a strong connection with his strong appearance and the way he walked in there. He was in a black suit, that was perfect for his perfect and muscular body, which gave her a strange feeling between her thighs. He was tall, with moon-black hair that was falling off the side of his head, while around the ears and above the neck was shaved, where you could notice silver hairs.

Linus stepped down and the faces of men, women, and children came into view. Damon blinked his eyes for the millionth time, he was looking at a man maybe a few years older than he was. He wasn't sure he was seeing right so he blinked and blinked. He was chained like every other but he looked different. Dark black long hair covered his face completely seeing that he hung his head low. The only place Damon had seen such midnight-colored hair was on his Queen, Lord Xrysos's wife. Shouts and bets were heard and Damon was this close to asking his master to buy the boy. ******

But I was dumping him. So I shifted my eyes to look at Dylan, who was glaring at me in annoyance. "How dare you yank my hair? Don't you want to live anymore? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you before I kill your accomplice?" Dylan hissed. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I hurriedly let go of my hand and helped Dylan fix his hair. His hair was long, like curly, soft black watercress. They tangled in my fingers, and I had to be very careful not to rip them off.

Isabella An hour later, my hair was mostly dried and had resumed its curly nature. It had dried to a slightly darker color than before. Instead of the slightly orange shade my hair had previously, it was now a fully dark red with undertones of black. 'I don't think it's too bad,' I said as I played with the still-damp hair. Damon was the subject of my protest and complaints. He sat on the bed, watching me as I toyed around with my hair.

For a second I go breathless, before I notice he’s alone. And damn, does he look gorgeous. “Did he dye his hair?” I whisper, eyes still stuck on him. I’m not usually one for staring, but damn. I can get away with this once. There’s a golden streak through his front hair, but the rest is black. Somehow, his dark getup adds to his drool-worthiness. His black shirt outlines his toned body, his pants are fitting and… “Can you try and not stare too much? I don’t want him to see me,” Nicki seethes.

"Have you gone insane?" In disbelief, she pointed at her head, signaling his hair. Francis hummed in response. "Yeah." He had been ill for a few years. Yesterday, Evelyn kept complaining about his hair. So, Francis dyed his hair last night. Different from his eye-catching red hair, he looked like an elf prince walking out from the dark night when his hair was black. His black hair complemented his pale skin and perfect facial features. "Thank god, you aren't a woman…"

Diana could tell that this time Alpha Darren was relaxing. Finally, she looked up, staring at Alpha Darren's sleeping face. “You look more human when you sleep. When you're awake, you're like a wolf that wants to prey on everyone, your gaze cold and sharp.” Diana moved her index finger to touch Alpha Darren's nose. And she eventually admitted that he had perfect facial features. And there was one thing that made that face seem different and shining if it was not changed, that was Alpha Darren's hair color. “Didn't your hair used to be gray? Why did you dye it black now?”

His ginger-colored hair framed his face perfectly which gave him an aura of authority and a presence that naturally demanded attention. Dorian, on the other hand, was dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt. His dark hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Just like the last time Aurora had seen him, she could still tell from a single glance into his brown eyes that he wasn't someone to be underestimated despite the friendly warmth he often displayed.