Deku With White Hair Novels & Stories

As such, he lowers his gray head toward my vest and bears with the tiny pinch of physical pain as my fingernails pluck the strand of hair completely off his scalp. Cedron lets out a low chuckle afterward, rubbing the spot. "Your fingers didn't have to pluck the white out, you know? Light fur is a common marker when my beast is getting old winters on its back. However, if your body succeeds in snaring Warlord David's heart tonight, I reckon this grand victory will help shave a few years of stress completely off my age."

​The grey-haired elder bowed his head even lower, his hands trembling with remorse. "We are especially sorry for making you suffer for so long under a fake prophecy, Alpha Elara. We forced you to hide, and we made you believe your beautiful white hair was something you should be ashamed of, when it was the very mark of your royal lineage."

I combed through my hair in frustration. "You not dying. Rus-" he paused, feeling equally frustrated. "You not dying," he repeated. " you'd have to learn to control your urge. The elders..." "Fuck the elders!" I yelled, my eyes were flaming with rage. "No, fuck You! If you can't control your urge and keep eating every human that comes your way, the elders will get rid of you, and there will be nothing I can do. I'm trying to help you here man," he gripped my shoulders tightly, shaking them.

she'd come here looking for Alice (who'd promised to show her where the witches kept their library of salvaged books), but Alice was nowhere and the children had spotted her immediately "Is it true your hair is white because you're cursed?" the oldest girl asked. Her voice was curious rather than cruel, which somehow made it worse. "No," Winter said. Kept her voice gentle because they were children and didn't know better. "It's just... how I was born." "My mother says white hair means bad luck," a younger boy offered. His front teeth were missing. "She says the Alpha King's mate has white hair and that's why he's so mean now."

And he just suddenly bolted. “Did he have cold feet?” She wondered as she laid down on the bed. Her mind drifted back to what the duchess had said. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't heard about anyone with a white hair in her lineage. So why was her hair white?

“Uncle Duke, I’ll talk to you later.” If no visitors had been allowed in our territory and she was not a rogue, then she was an intruder. Either way, I was going to find out if she had anything to do with the vortex earlier. White hair was significantly associated as a trait among high-ranked witches, vampires, and wolves, either that or she was wearing a wig. Which category did she fit into? I had to investigate this troublemaker. She wiggled her white brows at me, and nudged her head in the direction ahead, daring me to pursue her. Then she rode away after stirring up my bold adventurous trait.