Demon Slayer White Hair Novels & Stories

Crossing the room, she stopped in front of the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her—a girl with thick, long white hair cascading down her back. She picked up her brush and brushed it through the silken strands, a small smile forming on her pink lips. In this house, she was the only one with white hair, something that had always set her apart from her family and friends. She had always wondered why she was the one with a white hair which neither of her parents had. Selene's warm blue eyes sparkled with anticipation as she remembered what this birthday meant. She would finally be shifting today. It was the moment she had been waiting for—eighteen and ready to discover her true wolf form.

I said and Maera looked at me, her eyes scanning my head as if she was looking at something strange. "Your hair is turning white at the roots in the middle" she said and walked up to me, examining the middle of my head. I sprang off the bed and rushed to the front of the mirror, hoping that she was just teasing me, but she was right. Some strands of my hair were beginning to turn white at the roots. My heart missed a beat as I remembered the dream I had with the old woman a few days ago. She also had crystal white hair, one that shone brightly even in the dark. There was no telling that the dream had something to do with my hair but now was not the time to pay attention to it.

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."

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.

The liquid was cool, but the skin underneath seared my flesh. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. I could see the faint, rhythmic pulse of her veins. But it wasn't the pallor of sickness. It was the glow of something refined in a fire. Then I saw her hair. It used to be silver-blonde—like old coins. Now, it was white. Not the white of age, but the white of a star core. It shimmered with its own internal light. It floated slightly around her face, resisting the weight of the air.

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.

11) Twilight was supposed to find out that she was pregnant by thinking that she was sick and not getting better then her dad takes her to the hospital and they find out. 12) There was a time when Twilight was experiencing a burning feeling in her chest because Takumi was sleeping with Yuri (before I changed Yuri’s sexuality) 13) Twilight was originally redheaded but then I watched Gintama (The main character had silvery hair) and thought white wavy hair that was uncontrollable sometimes would be interesting. Daenerys from game of thrones also played a huge role in me deciding to change it. I just made it white 14) My friends have constantly questioned my mental health whenever they read som