Demon Slayer Hairstyle Novels & Stories

••• Aleena’s POV ••• The room shook, and I prayed hard for it not to collapse, or we would all be buried alive. Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and the room stilled after long moments of shaking. The dust began settling, and once it settled, there was no more Uncle Cain. There was only Zalarus, the Demon King, in front of us. Zalarus had long black hair, eyes as black as the night with no white part, chiseled facial features, and tattoos all over his bare upper body. He actually looked mesmerizing, if not for the vicious aura surrounding him.

Revealing a beautiful woman with long brown hair. Why didn't she change before? We do as she says. I felt unnerved and all I wanted was to be in Xavier's arms. I want him to be here with me. I decide to get to the point. "Strange things have been happening to me. My hair changes colors so does my eyes. Sometimes my hair grows longer then suddenly it's short." As if on cue I felt my silver white hair reduce in size. Haer smiles. "You are a Demon." I frown waiting for her to continue. She goes to a drawer and retrieves a big brown book.

Demon. I've never met one, but I knew better than to test one. I can see why Dylan is serious now, but this particular demon does not threaten me. He looks dangerous, but so am I. The next is a woman dressed in white, a cup of tea resting in her hands. Her dark brown hair falls to her hips, and a sword is attached to her hip. Faerie.

My whole memory was a blur, so I sighed before turning to the sound of voice. My breath left me at the sight of her, she was a short brunette, slender but had curves in the right places. She was wearing a Demon Slayer PJs. Her hazel eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen, but there was fear in them as she hid behind a door. I could see a frying pan in her hand as it glistened under the passage light. "And who the fuck are you? And why am I here?" I said angrily when I realized I had been checking her out. I didn't have time for all that. I struggled to gain my balance sitting on the bed once more before pinning her with a glare.

Because of that, the two of us reached Kuzan. Kuzan raised his head and shot both of us with a look of wonder. His usual hairstyle was that of a formal hairstyle, sleek long hair brushed backwards with a platinum headpiece filling his forehead. His hairstyle prevented him from letting even a drop of tears to flow down his cheeks, despite the tears had already welling his red eyelids. I went in bravely for a bear hug, which caught Kuzan by surprise. Fortunately, Clairmont lessened the corporal damage by also throwing his arms around both me and Kuzan.

Now a long sigh was heard, then the owner of the long hair leaned back and closed her eyes. It made Damian stare fixedly. Hair styled slightly wavy, colored maroon. It really depicts the antagonist. Though she thinks it’s a better blonde like last time. If it wasn’t for being in the spotlight at the event later, surely she wouldn’t have changed her hair color—lucky not a wedding party, just a businessman’s birthday. If he remembers, he is also quite used to sitting next to Almeera if he is not bothered by mischievous touches and strange sentences. However, it gets even weirder if he doesn’t speak at all, doesn’t it?

He just said coldly, "It's not me, it's her. Design a simple and energetic hairstyle for her. Not too short" Although, he did not like Samantha's straight black hair, he didn't want her to look like an iron lady with short her. In fact, it wasn't that he didn't like Samantha's long silky hair. It just made her too young, just like a college student. Standing with him, the visual difference would be very much. Therefore he has hoped that Samantha would get an elegant and energetic hairstyle.

Wearing a plain white halter lace dress with a keyhole around the chest. A warm smile filled her face, rosy lips, a white skin that was near to being pale, and eyes that were as green as grass. She sat in front of Lyon as the wind blew against her long white silky hair. She was perfect. Her magic was better than the reset just by looking at her aura. Her mana was the purest amongst everyone Lyon’s eyes had set on. The sparkle could be seen through Lyon’s eye, yet, the appearance of Jiniya would always come to mind.

She grabbed my hair and forced me to stand on my feet. “You wanted to be me right?” She dragged me by the hair and slammed me down on her chair. “Feed my demon, Bea.” She squeezed my cheek with one hand and made me look at her. A huge shadow gradually grew behind her. It was like a black silhouette of a person with a size three times bigger. Its lips spread around its face 360 degrees showing its ice spikes like teeth. The outside edges of its eyes were pointed while round on the insides. It stuck its tongue out kindred to that of a snake.

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.