Demon Slayer White Hair Novels & Stories

I spent all the time I woke up learning my history that I didn't know I had been asleep for that long. “Seven days! Who sleeps for seven days?” “Someone who was stabbed in the stomach.” Mel said sarcastically. “Where are the Alpha's?” He gave his usual fake smile. He then touches my hair. It was white, I still didn't realize that my hair had turned from the usual black to white. Making me a full White Wolf. I didn't look at him, I made a look, saying I don't understand why my hair is white. He cleared his throat, “you will see them at the wedding”

She turned to look at him but something was really strange, his jet black hair had turned pure white and his skin looked paler and he looked thinner like he was sick. "What happened to him?" Minx asked Wendy without looking at her as her focus was on Jordan. "He fought demons for days and killed dozens of them that explain the white hair it's a gift from the gods that signed him as an angel,” Wendy said with a certain look on her face. "His powers are weak and it's beginning to affect his body.

White. My hair was white. I sucked in a sharp breath, reaching up to grip a strand between my fingers. This wasn’t right. My hair had never been this colour. Panic twisted in my gut. “Why is my hair white?” The voice, her voice, answered gently. “It is evidence of your powers. They have fully manifested.” I shook my head, still grasping at the strands. “No... No, this isn’t—” “You are in my presence, Mima. Here, your true form is revealed. It's me, the goddess”

"So she see's stuff." I nodded, scrubbing the feeling of his fingers from my skin. I’d have bruises in the morning. "Like?" "She sees the souls of those the Shades have taken. She knew Stuart was gone before you got back." "You're lying." "You see this?" I said, flashing him the only piece of Jewellry I wore. "It’s the other half to the one that keeps her sane, because every time she takes it off she sees them, every should that’s been forced from their living body!"

The King nodded, me and the other Elders released our aura, from there everyone was catching their breath. “Since that part is over, are you going to answer our question?” Elder Vernor ask. “We all believed that the white Lycan was cursed, we decided not mention it. “I hate to disappoint you, but you all are wrong, the white Lycan is a gift from the moon goddess. We met the girl, and her Lycan let me tell you they both are beautiful.” “What do you mean the white Lycan is a gift?” The king ask.

ATHENA The stranger held his smile as he stared into my eyes. "I knew I could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. There aren't many werewolves with blonde hair, you see." "That doesn't answer my question," I replied, my frown deepening. "Who are you?" The stranger was about 6'2, a little lanky for a werewolf but his red eyes seemed to glow like rubies in the low light. His facial features are quite prominent and he had an annoying smile stretching his lips as he stared at me.

Zev was smiling like a retard as he watched her paved her way to victory when his eyes caught a glimpse of something. “Her hair…” he muttered in awe. Layla was busy fighting and probably hadn’t noticed it, but he saw how the color of her changed to white. Just like the wolf’s fur when he first saw her shifted into a wolf the previous night, her long brown hair was gone and all that’s left was the white strands swaying in the air. ‘Could it be… damn!’ Zev cursed under his breath when he realized something was wrong with her.

“You were a mite distracted last time; it’s natural you would miss something. Is she her personal Oracle? Yes… and no. And that’s all I’ll say on the subject at present.” I shake my head. Another riddle. Not long after there’s another knock at the door. “Come in.” I watch as a teenager with light brown hair enters the room, her eyes wide, hesitation in every step. Behind her is a tall woman with impeccable posture, tanned, leathery skin, white hair - and milky eyes, a tall white staff held solidly in her left hand. She’s blind, my wolf remarks, surprised. The white hair, we expected. I’d never seen one whose hair wasn’t white after the confirmation ceremony.

Whenever they closed him out of her sight, a strange fear poked the inside of his guts, he was afraid that she was about to dissolve between his arms, so he would pull on the hair that was helplessly tangled within his fist, demanding they open up again and acknowledge the hate his own eyes were screaming at her, he wanted her to hate him only as much as he did, but when her eyes were not shut, they showed him only her pain. 'That is it baby doll, now hurt some more for me' As he continued to drink her in, he started getting drunk on her, he had to close his eyes a long time before he willed them open to glare again, but this time something had changed, her black hair was different now, it h

Clay asked casually. "I didn't make one." Wolf was still cautious. They hadn't discussed it, and Wolf imagined Zoe didn't want it either, considering she was busy with her career. "Don't postpone too long, or your kid will call you grandpa—instead of dad—because your gray hair is increasing," teased Clay, pointing to the white strands in Wolf's hair. "You know I've had it since I was young!" Wolf growled. The white hair on Wolf's head wasn't a sign of old age, just a genetic condition, and the gray hair had been there since he was a teenager.