Descendants Hairstyle Novels & Stories

Her hair was a very deep rich brown, as wavy as Favour's but worn long. There never seemed to be time in her life for regular hairdresser appointments. Currently it fell to below her shoulder-blades. Luckily she only had to wash it for it to look reasonably good. Her eyes were more amber than brown, like their mother's, but her eyebrows and lashes were almost black, giving them a dark look. The only feature she'd inherited from their father was height. She was a head taller than Favour who had his colouring but their mother's more petite figure.

"What are you talking about? This hairstyle has been trending these past few years," said Stella. Keegan pulled out a picture of Isaac Newton and compared Stella's hairstyle with his, concluding that it was a century-old fashion. Stella was so mad that she went to straighten her hair the next day. 'I can't believe he compared Grandma's perm to a clown's wig,' she thought. "Then... I'll have Keegan send me a few pictures of Sevin and forward them to you."

Although this is loudly said, over the past century and a half, a huge number of ordinary people have settled here, and as a result, the dark ones are almost lost in their background. I changed into one of the dresses and pinned up a small part of my hair at the top of my head, leaving the rest of my hair down. I've never worn my hair this way, but it's better to have such a simple hairstyle than the one Lady Amalia wears. I would not have mastered such a tower alone.

“Why, Blue. You haven’t even changed a bit since I last saw you… Still a man of few words? How long has it been, four years?” I nodded, then shrugged. I’m feeling rather jetty, truth be told. In fact, since the distance between us was narrowed by the minute, I feel myself getting more uncomfortable. I found myself staring back at her. Hyacinth has this youthful, unchanging face. Her curvaceous body underneath the black leather overalls. She stands out. She had always been a stand out amongst the other descendants. Other descendants like me had long silver hair and blue eyes, while she had these thick wavy locks that reached down to her waist. She had these dark obsidian eyes that could lure

. The first born daughter, who would technically be seen as the alpha, but chose to give up that role to her brother, had no silver hair. Though she did not inherit the trait, she was still quite powerful. Most believed she didn't need the trait because she stood in her own greatness and power without it. Most in her bloodline were born without the silver hair trait, while most of the Chosens came from the second youngest daughter's line and a few sprinkled in from the son's. Lune was the eldest, Lila was the middle child, and Lester was the youngest. Almost all of Lila's line had the trait. All, except for me. My family has always been considerate of me and never made me feel terrible about

I scolded them. "Ma'am, if you are done with the dress, then please grab a seat so that we can start your make-up.", The beautician said, to which I nodded. "What kind of design do you want with your hair?", She asked, on which I looked clueless. Since Saira had long hair, she was going to have a messy voluminous princess braid with ringlets, and Ashley was going to try a fishtail braid covered with mogras. "Umm…I don't know.", I muttered in confusion because my hair was shoulder length only. I doubt that I could try any of the styles which Ash and Saira had picked.

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

The fabric gracefully flowed around my body, and the dress was cut low enough to showcase my slender legs, adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble. With the dress chosen, we delved into the realm of hairstyling. My hair, usually cascading down my back, was styled in loose waves, creating an effortlessly chic look. A few strategically placed loose strands fell across my face, and with a self-conscious smile, I brushed them away, adding a subtle touch of playfulness to the overall aesthetic.

I'm just not comfortable with the subject. After the makeup, they also styled my hair. Carl chose a sleek low bun for me. He gathered my hair at the back of my neck and twisted it into a neat bun, securing it with pins. He left a few strands loose to frame my face. This style is elegant and keeps my hair tidy for the family dinner.

She looked utterly angelic, as if she didn’t belong in this gritty, ruthless world. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, gleaming under the warm lights like strands of silk. It looked rich, healthy, and painfully touchable. She always wore it down around him. I never understood why—maybe because he liked it that way. But my favorite was when she wore it in those tight Dutch braids, braided parallel across her head, framing her heart-shaped face with a strength and grace only she could pull off.