Female Anime Characters With White Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The white hair woman looks similar to that white rabbit guy, so I think she's Lucillea— The Prime Minister." "And the black hair woman?" "I don't know… She had blue eyes, and she's wearing an unfitting summer dress with some fluffy clouds weaving around it." "Oh… that." The other one was Night Fury. "…You know who she is?" "She's the 'gift' that I got." "…What? YOUR GIFT IS A WOMAN!?" "She's the black sword, Restia." "She's… a spirit?" "Yeah, and she's the person who went crazy and stabbed me."

I squinted at the figure that was up ahead, and I recognized her before I saw her clearly. "Speak of the devil." I muttered under my breath as I stared at Ayana. "What is she doing here?" Daemon pulled over to the side of the road, and the cars that followed behind did the same thing. Ayana stalked towards us in a hurry and her figure became even more clearer. The colour of her hair had changed and it was white with a lavender hue in it. Her face was completely white and her eyebrows were finely carved to perfection. Her lips were puckered, giving her the innocence of a young girl, but her eyes would tell you that she was older than she looked. She wore a lavender sundress, stopping barely a

- He said. - She was created to be one of the most powerful furies in my army, in addition to extreme loyalty. – Kurayami said. She was more than a foot taller than him, muscular body, tall, strong, long legs, square jaw, her skin was cyan blue, yellow eyes, vertical pupils, with her long pink hair, so long that it came down to the floor, but tied in a braid, they were smooth.

Her hair, candy purple in color, was also fashioned high on her head into a chignon with a garland of purple flowers artistically arranged to the left side. “Baka!” the woman said, blinking as she stared at Sakura in awe. Sakura licked her lip as she gazed at the woman, her heart continuing to pound within her chest. “You’re not Sakura,” she said. Sakura blinked. “Well, I’m not and I am.” The Japanese beauty blinked. “What do you mean?”

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.".