Easy Viking Hairstyles Female Novels & Stories

Sitting behind a desk felt more like a boss speaking to his employee than a man speaking with the love of his life. Alvara looked beautiful with her new hair. Platinum streaks weaved through the gold. The style was different as well. Gone was the long hair with ratty ends. She had opted for a long Chinese bob. Savanah had wanted the style but feared it wouldn't suit her face. How wrong she had been.

I slowly got up and went to take a nice warm shower then wrapped a fuzzy light purple towel around me and started blow drying my hair. When it was in its natural waves, I put my hair in French braids and wrapped them in a bun. I put my brown/black wig on, which now looked like I hadn't brushed my hair in weeks. I took the towel off and put on my new purple lace Victoria’s Secret undergarments and decided to go for some pink sweatpants and an extra-large hoodie that made me look fat since I obviously couldn't fit into that. I rolled the top of my sweatpants and then put on a pair of old dirty Converse and added my black square glasses and retainer.

Yeah, if you wanted to get my queen’s attention just mention something art related. “You may have lost her to my mother.” Stephano pointed out. “Okay so let's say Vladaynia changed her appearance she would still stand out. She was said to be close to 6’ with waist length platinum blond hair and blue eyes. I mean could have dyed her hair and gotten contacts, but there is no way to make yourself shorter.” I pointed out. “She doesn’t necessarily have to dye her hair. She could have an assortment of wigs and contacts. She could literally be a different person each day. You are right about the height thing though. There aren’t many women that tall.” Stephano said.

I snorted, going into my closet to change. I shimmied into panties, pants, and a white tank top. Grabbing a flannel, I took it with me into the bathroom. Once inside, I tried to close the door, but Saint pushed his way into my space. He immediately started stripping, giving me a view of where his name, Kingsley, was tattooed over his shoulders, with skulls and black ink dominating his skin. Ignoring him, I grabbed the brush and started two braids on either side of my head, then a larger one on the top. It was a Viking style worn by the Fenrir wolves and one I'd just begun using. It was an easy style to maintain since we spent most of our time doing chores, preparing to be stuck on top of the

Dagmar said to me as she looked over my features, "you're really dark though." Dagmar looked like Barbie and by Barbie, I mean artificial. I have no problem doing whatever they want to do to their bodies and faces and I support it. Women should do whatever makes them feel confident and beautiful. Dagmar's hair was a deeply bleached blonde that was curled and made to look bigger and add more volume. Her lips were extremely thick and swollen, maybe she overdone it just a little bit on those. Her nose was perfectly pointy and her eyes were slanted downwards. Her jawline seemed overly pronounced and her skin seemed really stiff. "Yes I am," I nodded, "I am very much black and I am dark."

👇👇 . . . . 💎Elva's POV💎 I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted my hair after i put on a pair of blue jeans with pink tank top. ' Should i let it down my back or pack it in a ponytail?' I contemplated, wrinkling my nose. I better had it packed so it won't slow me down where we are going to work. I opened the drawer and scanned my set of hair packs before settling for a pink one with little diamonds attached to it.

“I guess. Still, no harm done. You were with someone that day, weren’t you? The girl with the pale hair?” Victoria nodded with casual ease. “She’s an old friend. From out of state. She’s got a flair for aesthetics—loves to change things up constantly. That day, she was trying out a fairytale look. Even wore a wig to pull it off.” Blair raised her brows. “Really? A wig?” Victoria laughed softly. “She’s dramatic like that. Always reinventing herself. Honestly, it’s hard to keep up.” Blair leaned in, intrigued. “She looked real enough to me. Thought maybe she was one of your cousins or something.”

I curled my hair trying to make myself feel better about being unwanted by the person I love. I get my phone out and message James. Are you still picking me up? I'll pick you up at 5:45 Sweet as, C U then. I finish getting ready, making myself look sexy. I curled my hair, which looked cute with my new styles bob and I wore a black shirt that was more like a corset. It shaped my body beautifully, the shoulder was puffed, and the front was pointed, making my waist look tiny and my breasts look great. I looked almost Victorian.

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, with a few stray curls framing her face, and she wore a dainty silver necklace with a small heart charm that bounced with every step. Lena’s style was effortlessly bold yet minimalist. She wore a fitted black jumpsuit with cut-out shoulders, paired with sleek combat boots that made her appear both stylish and intimidating. Her low-cut hairstyle only added to her fierce, confident look, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. She was understated, powerful—a perfect balance to Cassidy’s brightness.

Her pack and the elders in it were always difficult to please. Rain quietly entered the mead hall. This time, she's not in her priestess suit. Instead, she's clothed in algae green embroidered long Viking tunic and a faur fox collar wool cloak on top of it. At first glance, anyone who would look at her would have an impression that she's just one of those random Viking women who's easy to prey on. Rain feels all eyes turned to her. Yet she didn't mind their glarings. She sitted quietly in the corner and ordered some drinks.