Deku With White Hair Novels & Stories

“Happy birthday, Mommy. How old are you now?” “Twenty-six.” I wipe the sleep out of his eyes. “Why do you ask?” “Mrs. Miller says when you get old, your hair turns white like hers.” He pouts his lip. “But your hair is already white. Does that mean you’re old?” “Ahhh, no, darling. Before Lex woke up, my hair was just like Maya’s. Since Lex is so special, she made my hair turn silver like Auntie Tisha. And THEN, it turned white when I used more of my spirit than my body could handle. To build the Kardiá tou Menae. That’s where they live when they aren’t here, remember?”

Of the five there, there was one who stood out because he had a head full of white hair. Even though the man had a head full of white hair, he did not look old. It seemed like the white hair was just a special characteristic of his. The white-haired man frowned and said, "Francis Lloyd, haven't you had enough? It's been an hour, and you haven't even broken a single outer shell. The ones waiting behind you are about to go crazy."

A sign of bloodlust. "We must find the White dragon before them. Without their champion, they are weak. And when they are weak, they will stand no chance in destroying us," The halls erupted in a roar of applause. Alphas nodding in agreement, some raising their glasses in the air as if in celebration. "The White Dragon is part-wolf. He could only shift during the night and summon the dragon during day. Search every pack for anyone with white hair." My brows furrowed. Ava has white hair. In fact, the only one in Werewolf Academy. And I know of others who just wanted to dye their hair white, but Ava's is natural.

“It’s better to put off her hair since it was dry, also the white hairs can be hidden if we braid them tight my lady.” “White hairs? Veta, I think you are overworking yourself.” “Ah, that, it was normal, I have had that white hair since I was child, the doctor said it was a rare illness that causes discoloration of my hair, that’s why I often dye it with dark colors.” “Illness? It’s the first time I'm hearing this.” “Don’t worry it's not something serious, you may ask the others in the academy, they have seen me dyeing my hair before.”

he muttered and chuckled before continuing. “The appearance of snow-white hair on vampires signifies death. The more the white hair spreads, the shorter their days become. If he happens to be one, then I doubt if he'll make it through the court rulings. His entire hair is almost white as snow, and this means he might die soon, “ he said. My heart sank, and my jaw dropped. “Wait, what?” I gasped in horror, feeling a tightening in the bottom of my belly. “That can't be true,” I snapped and jumped up, my eyes widening.

Skye cried when Hierro hit him. They all grimaced. "Alright, alright!" Skye said and sighed as he rubbed his head where Hierro. "I am sure Hail's hair was pure black when he was born." He told them. Their eyes went wide in surprise. Skye nodded in affirmation. "Yeah. Like now." He said. "But – " Kulv said. " – When we first met him, his hair is white." He said. Iero nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Like mine." He said. "That is why I really feel so close to him, since I feel high affinity with him with our white hair…” he explained.

I said and he flickered his white hair behind his ear and walked up to me wearing brown leather clothes and black boots. "I heard you've been hiding in your room all day like a drenched puppy." He teased and I nearly gleamed. He is a vigorous Alpha. "And your hair is like an old man's.' I was trying to get back at him but that didn't fit in, since he was handsome. And also having white hair is part of the clan too, since he's the son of the Lycan King, who collaborates with my father, the Wolf King as the pack calls him.

"Your hair is white. Are you born with it?" "No, I wasn't." Kurai replied. The man nodded. "I knew someone with hair as white as yours. Surprised to say that you're still alive." he comments before leaving the lake to dry himself, don on his clothes and leave the area without saying goodbye.

My fingers moved, straight to his face, shifting the white strands, tugging them backwards to reveal his thick black brow that sat calmly on that handsome face. I watched him. He was so handsome. Like—he should be, right? They all shared the same face, so they all were handsome. But like… this hair—it made him so different. As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder. This white hair of his—was it dyed? Bleached? I looked closely. There were no black roots. No sign of it at all. That could only mean that it wasn't dyed. Bleached, maybe? Suddenly—

He also had a piece of cloth that was translucent and made an omega shape floating behind him. “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve seen some of the creatures. I can’t really imagine who in the world would have them.” Gronta replied. Gronta was a dwarf that had white hair and a beard. He was old but the colour of his hair had nothing to do with it. His hair was covered by his crown. His beard was so long and big that it covered his chest. His eyes were big and round and were hazel brown coloured and his attire was just the normal dwarven royal attire.