Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

I repeated, the words leaving a bitter taste. My gaze returned to Kaida's face. With her eyes closed, her vibrant personality was masked. Her sharp wit, daring demeanor, and intrepid nature were all hallmarks of a strong individual. Her fiery red hair reminded me of a figure from Kai's past, although that person's hair had a slightly tamer shade, whereas Kaida's was bold and fierce.

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

I went and built the fire, letting her quietly arrange her peculiar array of items. When the fire reached a peak, I saw opposite her. The orange n flames danced between us, my face burning with the intense heat. "Hmm, it's funny how your hair almost matches those flames," she murmured, cocking her head to the side. "That's not your way of telling me I'm going to die in a pit of fire is it?"

His blue eyes landed on her and he sent fire burning on her hair and it traveled really fast, going straight to her scalp. The fear was evident in Maleeka’s eyes and it was clear that she can’t withdraw her hair even if she wanted to. She watched the blue fire traveling up her hair and was waiting for it to finally attack her. However, before the fire could reach her, a ball of water landed on Edward, quenching his fire immediately and Maleeka quickly withdrew her hair.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

“Good grief.” Rising, Caitlyn took a step towards the windows and stretched her back, yawning. “Thick hair. Thin hair. Curly hair. Straight hair. Long hair. Short hair. No hair. Brown. Blond. Black. Red. Who cares this much about hair?” she groaned. “I just want someone I can talk to and appreciate Italy with for sixteen days. How can the rest of this stuff possibly matter?”

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

And on Bitsy’s portion, disgust. She’d caught his take note right off—a red hot small Faerie with spiky hair, awe-inspiring chest and hips, and dim, expressive eyes lit by a guarantee for retaliation. There was no fear in those eyes. Not for the soul suckers. Not for him. Not for his pack.

I wanted to be consumed in the fire without being consumed by the fire! How foolish I was to be excited. The first sign of my powerlessness was the colour of my hair. My hair was supposed to be strawberry coloured so that my wolf fur would be the same, but here I was flaunting my caramel-coloured hair, still, I kept my hope alive, hoping my wolf fur would be strawberry. Other wolves' first shifts were filled with awes and mixed feelings, but mine was filled with anger, grief and hatred. It was one of the worst moments I had.

My gaze moves over her dark red hair which looks fiery and untouchable in the streetlights and, without thinking, I reach out and caress a lock between my fingers. Finley stiffens and my gaze meets hers. "I've never seen hair this color before," I say in a low voice. "It's beautiful." I can't help but notice the way her chest begins to rise and fall faster. I think mine is doing the same thing. "Thank you. Guess it's an Irish thing," she finally forces out.