Female Anime Characters With White Hair Novels & Stories

She was in a white off–Shoulder body - hugging gown that had a slit up to her thigh and her hair was packed in an updo style. I felt my throat go dry, and my eyes widened like saucers as the woman turned out to be no other person but Lunaria. “My Lunaria.” “How is this possible?”

Mia I focus on the painting, squinting my eyes as I look at the wolf in the mirror. The wolf is all white, which is a legend: there are no white wolves left in the world. What I don’t understand is why the woman has white hair like a cursed one. I guess it could make sense that white hair would correspond with being a white wolf, but I wouldn’t know since I, myself, have no wolf. I sigh, looking at the moon in the picture, “Who are you?” I whisper, my fingers coming up to the canvas to touch the woman’s white hair, but just as I do, the wolves blue eyes glow and I feel my body woosh, knocking me out cold.

Her features were exceptionally beautiful, and her appearance was fresh and youthful. Her delicate chin and slender, cherry-like lips were particularly attractive. Her jet-black hair was tied up in a simple celestial bun. She was petite yet curvaceous, and her blue and white sword sect attire was adorned with a faint pink lotus embroidery on the cuffs, surrounded by silver thread clouds. She had a small pink sachet hanging at her waist, and she wore deer-skin boots with tiny bells, producing a pleasant tinkling sound as she walked. Her lively eyes gleamed with intelligence, mischief, and charm, making anyone who saw her feel drawn to her.

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

Hana's soul discovers her magic is dividing the order of the levers of spells. Unbeknownst to Hana, at level 9, magic is allowed to produce conscious souls. So now Hana is facing five souls in human form. The phoenix fire spirit has fiery red hair; the thunder spirit has glittering white-blond hair. The soul of water has beautiful long black hair. The mermaid's tearful soul carried blue wings; finally, the soul of the instantaneous moving spell had blonde hair. Based on the color of the hair, Hana discovered that the phoenix fire spirit was trying to become the first levers spell and, based on its reasoning, only levers it first.

I closed my eyes a little with my paw from the dust. Then I look up. My heart jumped as I looked at the familiar white hair. She is wearing a black shorts with an armor covering her upper body. Her white hair, which had blood in it, flowed down her back and her body was painted with blood. I smiled. Internally, her aura has definitely changed and her body is now more warrior like. She twirls her swords in her hands, one ice sword and one normal sword.

She had never been this scared before. “N-no way. You?” She was a curly white-haired woman in her 20s, probably the age of a college student. She was wearing a broad white dress while holding a golden staff with a unique pattern in her right hand. The pattern looked like a clock combined with a ball resembling a globe, while the bottom of the staff looked like a fairly sharp golden spearhead. It was clear that the woman was also the Vitanian magical girl. But who could she be, the Karelian magical girls wondered.

White. My hair was white. I sucked in a sharp breath, reaching up to grip a strand between my fingers. This wasn’t right. My hair had never been this colour. Panic twisted in my gut. “Why is my hair white?” The voice, her voice, answered gently. “It is evidence of your powers. They have fully manifested.” I shook my head, still grasping at the strands. “No... No, this isn’t—” “You are in my presence, Mima. Here, your true form is revealed. It's me, the goddess”

Further ahead she found something rather odd, some person in a rather dull white gown was seated on a stone flat surface. “Who is that?“ A voice within her wondered, she carefully trudged in the direction the peraon was As she drew clearer, it became obvious it was a woman who seemed rather odd if Lena was to go by her appearance. She had a beautiful white hair, pure white that seemed to glow in the dark, she was pale as pale as the moon and her aura emitted calm. “Who are you?“ Lena asked gently closer to her but keept some distance.