Demonic Hair Novels & Stories

The flames did not burn or hurt. “What is happening?!” Theodore got up and grabbed the pan of the counter. He stepped past the demon, who hissed at him. He walked back, ignoring her, then held the pan in front of me. In my reflection was a young woman with 6 inch horns that curled toward my ears, dark silver wings with a blue tint to them, blue flames all over, and one right azurite blue sparkling iris, and one left silver crystal sparkling iris. Both had a black obsidian sclera and pupils. My hair was a black jade with a blue shine where the light hit. A different color than the flames, but the same blue tint that was on my wings. My hair was so long… all the way down to the back of my knee

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.

"Everything alright darling?" I don't answer her, but lay my head on her shoulder. She leaves me alone, playing her fingers in my hair. I close my eyes to the soothing touch of her fingers combing my hair. Olivia has been helping keep me calm since we learned about Victoria's special spell to change me into a Dhamphir along with my baby.

She stood there, staring at her reflection, and when she took note of her hair, she clutched them at both sides and raised them to carress her face before letting go of it and watching as the tip grazed the floor. "You have really, ling beautiful hair." She rememberef Aidan telling her, and she couldn't help the heat that crept up her cheeks even in his absence. People asides Samuel always made her feel as though her hair was a menace and wasn't normal. Well, technically it wasn't normal since the werewolf genes somehow helped in the length of her hair, but she loved her hair and didn't like criticism about it. Diana was another person who actually liked her hair. She remembered those days s

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

“Did you see his hair? Man, that is some awesome lock he has there. I wonder how did he achieve that. They looked as dark as night.” Niccoli insinuated pertaining to the other party, shoulder-length hair that was tied in a man bun. It was messy in a sort of just-got-out-of-bed way. Yet, that did little to tamper his beauty. If anything, it even added an extra charm to his already overflowing appeal. Of course, Allan has his own say too in regard to the matter. “I bet when God finished drafting his image, that was also the first time that God cursed out loud. He be like. “ Damn! He is so fine.” Then proceed to high-five his right-hand angel and add,

We cleared the demon’s limp body as he screamed in pain and we raised our head, trying to understand what we were seeing. A tall demon stalked into the ring, a dress barely covering it and holding on for dear life. It had long dark wavy hair and there was a green hue to its shimmery skin. It had a large head that kind of looked ridiculous on the smaller body. Axel stuck his nose in the air, wanting to be sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Hmm, sunflowers. Axel stalked toward his mate whose feet were pounding the ground, furious. Her feet were now pretty ugly, large and almost like an eagle’s talons. No wonder she didn’t like her natural form.

I said with enthusiasm, opening my makeup case. The Slit-Mouthed Woman wanted to stick with the same style as before, so I only adjusted her hair, turning her messy, long black strands into voluminous, glamorous waves. It suited her mix of innocence and exotic allure perfectly. Next came the Long-Haired Ghoul. Her face was hidden beneath a curtain of hair that writhed and twisted as if it had a will of its own. Any fool who dared to get close risked being strangled. She radiated a terrifying presence.

It turned around as if the former had dissipated again. The skin of Samuel, who was in the middle of the black gas, had turned slightly black and blue veins were exposed. He looked like a devil. His handsome face was as white as paper at this time, and his eyes were as red as blood. His black hair suddenly turned silver and suddenly turned red. In the black gas, his long blood-red hair was like silk, like blood and condensed. It was bright and dazzling with golden light. If the previous Samuel’s Silver Haired Golden Body looked down on the world and was called the God of War, then the current Samuel would be as cold as a demon god!

Selenian said. - What's more, for the first time, we have the queen of demons and representatives of the demon summit. - Selenian said, presenting the demonic woman with purple skin, pink hair between the sides like pink flames, between her pointed and twisted horns above her head, in an S shape, which meet. In which she called herself Jasmine, her breasts full on her sculptural and muscular body with lines and pink flames all over her body, she had claws and nails, wearing only a bra and panties, a high heel shoe, at her side.