Novel & Cerita Felix Red Hair

Melancholy, regret, earnestness and tenderness, all mixed into one. “Ok,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Then tell me what you can. Who are you really?” Felix narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head. “I’m exactly who you think I am,” he says. “Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.”

This also makes it easier for us to bulk up and look intimidating as well. While we’re training in the ring, Emmett, my Gamma, walks over to say hello. His bright red hair is really something unique, not just in the human world, but also in the shifter world. Red hair is even more rare for shifters than it is for humans, but I think Emmett enjoys standing out and looking different. His hair is long, but has been twisted into dreadlocks. You can tell by looking at his scalp, where the dreadlocks start, that his hair is also naturally curly. He usually wears it all pulled back to keep it out of his face while training or on patrol.

Viktor saw thick, rope-like muscles taut on the man's neck as he laid eyes on him. Felix's profile was of noble lineage, with a prominent and distinguished jaw, short gray hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes were piercing sharp points of sapphire blue, and his teeth were bare as his lips parted in a fierce canine grin. He had the unmistakable air of a murderer, even in the eyes of someone as inexperienced as Viktor.

“What does it look like I am doing? I am trying to cover my face so no one will recognize me.” “By the looks of things, you look more like a kidnapper than a regular person visiting a school festival. Stop that.” Xander starts to lecture me. He grabs a bag from under his chair and pulls out a short blonde wig from it. “No matter how you try to hide your eyes and face, your red-hair is still going to stand out the most since it has a unique color.”

I saw the bows in their hands and arrows strapped to their backs, with no shortage of blades sheathed on their hips. Varying shades of red greeted us, and I instantly understood how Dex knew I was Fae when he first saw me. There were people with hair darker than mine, the red bordering on brown, and some with hair so light I thought they were blonde until they moved, and the sun gave away strands of red.

I still stayed in the middle but the cube of an elderly woman moved forward so that everyone would be able to see her. Once Felix saw her, his face paled. His hair went from bright red to a dull maroon. Firstly, I didn't know his hair colour could change based on his mood and secondly, he looked like he just saw a ghost. “Here is a ghost from your past, Marie." Max explained and walked to Marie's cube. “Tell us of the night you found the dragon." Nax said and a name was displayed on her cube. 'Felix'

I preferred my red hair. "Alexander has a type, now let's go before we miss the main event." He said as he took the drink. "A type?" I asked as I looked at myself. I was his type so why wouldn't they make me have red hair. "Yea he has types of Goddesses that he plays with and most have blonde hair." His words had me stiffening as I stared at myself. My yellow eyes made me look magestic and the blonde hair added to my sexual appeal. I hated it. Not to mention it looked like I was taller.

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.

But she would promise to take care of the baby in her womb no matter what. Felicia had a pair of beautiful round eyes, sharp, but also shady. Her skin was pure white in color, with a slender growth as well as a standard money height. Her hair was long and silky, reddish brown in color. Her lips were thin, with a natural faded pink color, tempting to kiss, tempting to play with. Edward liked stroking or rubbing Felicia’s hair the most. That’s why when she met Edward, Felicia used to let her hair down, letting each strand fall gently like this time.

I found the way he moved with a confident, yet not overly so, posture alluring. He was close enough that I could vaguely smell the traces of sweat from hard work and something about that sent my hormones into overdrive and I felt my body tingle ever so slightly. I drifted my gaze away from his concentrated expression to his hair since I felt that it would be the safer option. His hair was neither long nor short but somewhere in between and it was completely dishevelled and slightly windswept which was probably the result of running away from the rest of our year. While both our hair was red, mine was more of a flaming coppery red colour. My hair was vibrant and somewhat similar to the sun wi