Demon Slayer White Hair Novels & Stories

“Did you know about her hair color when you chose her?” “Her hair was brown, I was attracted to her grace and movement, I hadn’t seen her anywhere before the hunt, so no. I didn’t know her hair was white until she had bathed after we reached my tent.” Orel said as Admon grew more agitated. “Will somebody tell us what is going on here?” Cale said with his loud voice that made Admon turn to him. “There is a prophesy that only a white doe can save the Dar empire after a true warrior save her life, without this doe, the Dar empire will be lost, destroyed and forgotten within a hundred years.” Admon explained as the rest started to pay attention.

I meant obsession. "Miss me?" she purred, twirling a strand of my hair between her fingers. "Didn't even bother hiding this freak color, huh?" She liked to pretend she hated my hair. Truth? She was jealous. I was the only one born with white hair—the mark of prophecy, they said. And her? Just another blonde with too much lipstick and not enough dignity. "Not even a little, Penelope," I smiled, cold. "But I'm sure the soldiers did."

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.

"We'll get through this, Sara. Together. And we'll make sure Tunisha pays for what she's done." Emma's eyes had already narrowed, her mind leaping with connections. "About the woman in the shadows, Elias. Does she have white hair?" Elias's face turned thoughtful, his eyes scanning his memory. "Now that you mention it, Emma. Yes, she did. Her hair was long and white, almost. ethereal." I shivered at the sound of their conversation. White hair? It couldn't be. Emma's voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I know who it might be. The woman in the shadows, I mean."

He was clearly in a pissed off state. "Don't think too much about this, Leandro. I will go to the affected areas and take a look at things myself. I will let you know how things really are" Hayden replied. "I don't think it is the curse yet, tho" Hayden mumbled and dropped the file. "It is! White hair! Whose hair changes color after death?! It is really happening!" "Calm down, Leandro. Let me look into it first" "Larisa" Leandro mumbled the name.

"I can't believe we thought she was like us." "But some things don't add up. Like the change in her hair color." My brows furrow, and my lips twist into a scowl. "What do you mean"change in her hair color"?" Adam sighs. "I thought I had told you this before?" I shake my head. "She had brown hair, had her bath one morning and next thing we know, her hair turned white." "Damn," I exclaim, staring at the book. "This might change everything. Did you check if there's anything about the signs of someone being a Wanderer?"

The scenery suddenly changed, the white columns and curtains vanished and were replaced by a huge coliseum, the coliseum was also white like those in the clouds and the wizlings standing inside were all wearing white satin gowns, there were a variety of colors of hairs having gradient colors, some were shade of light green to dark, and some were brown to black. A gush of wind passed and my hair was blown with the wind. I was flustered when I saw my hair it was longer than ever and it was no longer white, it has the shades of blue. From the scalp to the tip it was white to light down to dark blue. I was also wearing the same kind of outfit as the wizlings in front of me. This was familiar, th

The wolf surged upward suddenly. A sharp gasp escaped me. Queen Vivian frowned immediately. “What’s wrong?” Before I could answer, silver flashed briefly across my vision. A single strand of my dark hair turned white. Keiran saw it first. His eyes widened slightly. I forced the shift down immediately with every ounce of control I had left. The pressure eased seconds later. Breathing hard, I slowly touched the white strand near my shoulder. It faded back to dark again. Silence filled the dining chamber. Queen Vivian looked pale now. Keiran’s hand tightened around mine beneath the table.

This realm is just too much for my small brain to handle. I breathed heavily before looking down at the candle. I remember when my eyes turned completely black before whilst a small portion of my hair is now white. It won’t even change back to my natural hair color. Or.. is it changing to my natural hair color since white was my hair color a thousand years ago? "How.. did I even get strength or power to defeat the vampire when it attacked us?" I curiously asked with confusion written all over my face.

If the heathen gods did exist, Sethlzaar had no doubt one of them would look as she did. He wondered at how he'd thought them colored when he'd first met her at the fort. Her hair was more white than it was blonde but, even now. Its change began from its roots, drowning out the white. Perhaps it was age that caused it. Perhaps there was no white left, and the only reason he still saw the color was because he wasn't ready to accept that it was gone. Perhaps... "Seth..." Sethlzaar made an incomprehensible groan. It was hard to pay sound much attention.