Fairy Tail Red Hair Novels & Stories

- "Wait." said the redhead. - "I don't trust him." said the one I took to be Syrava. She had pale, reddish blonde hair, and dark eyes. The pout on her lips made her look childish and petulant. If I was not mistaken, there was a touch of the fey about her. When you've a mixed heritage of your own, you tend to see it in others more easily. At least, that's been my experience.

Her mother hadn't gone easy on her either, she was outright disgusted at her 'weak' daughter so anyone could imagine the kind of life she lived. They were riding on horses and about twenty of the coven withes were following behind her. They had separated into four groups so they weren’t noticed easily. She was leading this group, following the direction thread to reach Princess Laylin when suddenly the aura string broke. Her head snapped up to see Laylin standing on a hill with a woman. She frowned in confusion, from what she knew. Princess Laylin should be accompanied by the runaway witch… But the woman in front of her strangely had flaming red hair. It was a family secret but only the witc

Revealing its bright red hue. Without thinking, the woman brushed her hair with her hands, gingerly examining what had become of her once brown hair. She let out a sounded sneer. Eventually gritting her teeth, trying to suppress her bewilderness. “What in the world is happening to me?” The woman remained frozen for a few more minutes before finally deciding to get up. With her carelessness, her body swayed in dizziness. Thankfully, the animals with long and wide antlers aided her until she found her balance.

"Who is she?" Rowland asked. The servant bowed his head. "The girl with the red hair, sire?" "Yes. The one in the gray dress." "Her name is Rina. She’s a servant. A slave, actually." Rowland frowned. "Why does she look so… different?" The servant hesitated. "There are stories. Some say she has powers. Others call her cursed. The rumours about the powers are because of the hair. It grows more rapidly than the hairs of other werewolves. But she's weak, sure.”

I had thought, based on the color in the box, that it was going to come out as some bright, maybe even slightly trashy, purple, but instead, it was a deep, rich red. A gorgeous, vibrant crimson color, giving her this fierce, confident look, that crimson werewolf alpha girlfriend look, the kind you see in movies. The mafia heiress kind of thing, someone who belonged in this world but on her own terms. "It looks good, baby," I said, smiling, watching her stand up and shake her ass playfully for me, her new red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "I actually want to change mine," I said then, the thought popping into my head, feeling surprisingly defensive about my own plain hair.

"Please come." "Lamy," I sighed and he batted his eyelashes at me, bring his hands up and interlacing them together and silently pleading. "It's obvious she doesn't want to come, so leave her," his annoying girlfriend Aqua said and I smiled at her. "Why do you have red hair?" I asked totally out of the topic but it had been a question I've always wanted to ask since I met her. "Because I like it," she answered with a bit of attitude and I slowly nodded my head, well that stands as an answer. "Why?"

I want to carry on with our journey. I looked at the blue-haired Zale and he was packing our things. So am I being discharged? He looked at me and smiled. I stood up and my long hair was swayed by the strong wind. I saw the red strands and just looked at them. My hair color changed after I saw my mother who has Bright red hair with highlights of black. I turned to the mirror and saw my red hair that was highlighted with white.

She knew it was Xavier calling and she turned back immediately. “Xavier?” Xavier walked up to her and held her. “Your hair…” he started. “It’s red.” Rhea placed a finger on it and picked it out without looking. “I noticed I started having a red streak sometime ago. I don’t think it means anything though.” “You don’t think it means anything?” Xavier stared at her. Look at Calistè. She’s a witch and she has the same color of hair as you do.” “Xavier,” Rhea frowned. “It’s just my hair…”

My heart did the small, traitorous hop of someone who was about to learn they were the subject of someone else’s plans. “The warriors on the battlefield that day testified that she had a towering form for an omega wolf, it was more of an Alpha size and her strength was beyond normal?” the advisor said. His tone was even, like a man folding a shirt. “She moves like them,” another voice said. “Not exactly, but one thing we greatly ignored was the colour I hear hair—the red hair. The one notable thing from that bloodline was their shiny red hair and that's exactly what she has.” My stomach turned cold. I kept my fingers in my skirts because the cloth was the only thing that held me steady.

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.