Demon Slayer White Hair Novels & Stories

Seraphina gripped the edge of the desk, her fingernails clawing into the wood as her breath turned into ragged gasps. Right before my eyes, the heavy price became visible. A large part of Seraphina's beautiful, midnight-black hair began to turn a stark, snowy white. And the exact same thing happened to Dante; lines of white shot through his dark hair, and faint wrinkles of age bloomed around his eyes. The raw life force was being completely drained out of them, all to save me. "And that will be all," the woman said softly as the two faceless men vanished into the fog. "Perfectly paid."

I smile and play with my son’s hair. If Remington is right and his hair won’t continue to get white, that means MY genes are somehow just as strong as the Silvan genes. Because right now, Ash’s hair is almost perfectly fifty percent white and fifty percent black. Maaaaybe there’s a bit more of the white Silvan hair, but it’s almost precisely half and half. I really hope it stays like this, because it looks super cool and it’ll always make him stand out. Alpha Ashton Doreen Silvan, with his half-and-half hair. And his strong white wolf with the black head.

How had she come back to the fae realm? “Mother?” Aarshon called out to the woman. Rayne spun around to see a man standing in front of her. This man seemed to know her, yet Rayne didn’t seem to recall him. Something about him made her think of Elf, but she just couldn’t seem to figure it out. When she noticed his long white hair, she smiled. Something about it made her look at her own. When had her hair grown that long and turned white? It was more than white, it was platinum.

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

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—

My hand shot out, clutching onto the lapels of the maid beside me. I didn't want to be too violent, but my hand, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. With a yelp, she came face to face with me, my eyes meeting hers. I asked, my voice low and deadly, "What happened to my hair?" She paled, trembling. "We don't know, Your Majesty. Suddenly, your hair began to turn white. Neither the imperial physician nor the elders could find the cause of it." "Really?" The antagonistic faces of elders flashed through my mind.

Silver Moon’s warriors stood frozen in shock, their weapons lowered, their eyes wide with disbelief. And my hair. I felt it before I saw it, the change that came with my first full shift. I pulled a strand forward and confirmed what I already knew. My hair had turned white. Pure white like my wolf form, with streaks of crimson red running through it like veins of blood through snow. The physical mark of what I’d become. Kai stared at me like he’d never seen me before. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe the real me had been invisible to him three years ago, hidden beneath layers of fear and self-doubt and desperate need for acceptance.

I could feel the anger rolling off him in hot waves, but he stayed quiet for now, letting me take this in. I looked at her hair again, and my breath caught in my chest. It wasn’t just white. It wasn’t the dull white of old age or the weak white of someone losing their strength. It glowed faintly, almost alive, like each strand had been spun from silver fire. The glow was soft but impossible to miss, and it caught the light in the room in a way that made it look unreal. Just like mine. My stomach turned upside down.

I speak for the first time since the meeting started. “I say this in uncertainty,” he says in his deep, calm voice, “but I believe you have never been completely human, your grace. White hair was common among powerful sorcerers who seem to almost be extinct, but I have met with one of them in recent times regarding your case, and he gave me this.” He stretches forth his hand and reveals a small, strange-looking item. I nod for him to come closer and stand up to meet him once he gets close to the throne.

As she drew closer to the flickering candlelight, I sucked in a breath. Sersia's hair was a stark, unnatural white, hanging in wispy tendrils around her wrinkled face. Her eyes glowed an eerie grey, like storm clouds brewing with untold secrets and dark magic. She looked impossibly old, as if she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms.