Demon Slayer White Hair Novels & Stories

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Not brown. White. Pure as snow, shimmering faintly in the dim morning light. My breath caught. My hands trembled as I grabbed more of it, staring in disbelief. “What… what happened to me?” I whispered. The dream’s voice echoed in my head: Do not resist the change. It will make you. --- The sight of my hair wouldn’t leave me. White, shimmering like frost under sunlight. Each strand was alien and yet—achingly familiar, as though it had always been waiting, buried deep inside me.

I don't know if it's to call my powers a gift or if a curse fits it properly. It might be regarded as a gift based on how many people I've healed, and how many I've saved from death. You might also regard it as a curse, based on the ghostly white hair and the shunning of the villagers. White hair I dyed black to avoid standing out. It took me more than three complete moon cycles to find an Uhi that makes my hair black. The ones I applied earlier before I found the Uhi wasn't succeeding in giving me the exact dark shade of hair I want.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

If I reach out to touch her hair I can still feel its long silky strands, but the illusion is very convincing. “Okay, okay,” I say, turning towards her and smiling. “What do you want this time?” “Do it for real this time,” she replies, nodding eagerly. “Make it long and silvery, like a snow princess.” “Okay,” I agree, grinning back at her. The color is going to look amazing on her warm brown skin and against her icy white gown. So I raise my hands and say the incantation again and, when I feel the little tingle in my palms that tells me that it’s ready, I brush my hands quickly down her hair, keeping its normal shape and cut but simply asking the hair to turn a lustrous silver-white.

a young girl from the white clan asked in terror. “We must wait three centuries! Three hundred years until the one from our race is born—our only hope to defeat that creature!” the old man said, his voice trembling. But he failed to notice Zumir was already behind him. By the time he realized it, a dagger had been thrust into his chest. The young girl didn’t escape either. Zumir’s razor-sharp claws tore apart her innards. Zumir thought he had wiped out the white vampire race, but suddenly, his knees gave out as he felt a strange chemical slowly killing him from within. A poisoned sword had been driven through his chest and stomach, casting his vision into darkness from which he never awoke.

The mist finally disappeared. The average, elderly man turned to her. "Why didn't you fight the demon?" She shook her head. "I can not fight. I have no such power." "Hm. Strange." He observed her with a knowing look. She wondered who the man was. He had white hair, and crystalline eyes that appeared sharp and wise. "Who are you?"

“I have been watching you, Selena. And maybe I’m wrong, but there’s this knowing; this deep knowing that I can’t explain…telling me you’re the white-haired Luna.” She swallowed, her heart racing a bit. She could still vividly remember when she had gone to Cat’s house and the girl had that vision and ended up telling her that she was going to be the savior of the pack. “Well, you’re wrong.” She continued looking into his eyes. “Then explain why your hair is turning white.” The sentence causes the omega’s heart to drop. She never thought anyone noticed this. “My hair is normal, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

hahaha It doesn't, I heard the voice, my wolf, Purple say. I looked up at the mirror to brush and I almost screamed out my lungs in horror. I touched my hair, My hair!...Why is my hair white with strands of red? Purple, what did you do to me? I have a thick black hair!!! I touched my new hair, it was soft and so silky, I never knew white hair could fit a person this way, I didn't even look old. You're so special Rena. Who is Rena??? You don't know who Rena issss?,,,,,,.......

This time I felt my blood boiling in my skin, a large gasp from the priest as I looked at the reflection from the shallow moon pool at the altar, and someone else was staring back. My once fully red hair now had an eerily streak of a white silver stand, while even my once dark brown eyes were now a bright ocean blue that had me reeling back in shock. And everyone was here to witness it. “You brought a cursed wolf to us? Isn’t this white hair a trait of the Calhan tribe that is now extinct? What is the meaning of this?” Jon roared I looked to my father for help, but instead, I saw his hand clutched to my mother's neck as his body slammed against the wall. “You whore!” He roared,