Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

His face was handsome and his red hair was dancing in the wind like a fire, full of power. Flaming Qilin. All the people present were pale with fear.

a fierce voice from my back suddenly speaks with me. I stand up and turn my back to look at her. "Who are you?" I asked the woman with a beautiful face and red hair that looks like a fire. Is it a normal color of her hair or just a dye? My curious eyes linger from her face to her toe and then back to her red hair. I think I can ask for help from this woman. I will make friends with her so she will help me to escape from here. I was about to smile at her when she walks fast toward me and suddenly grab my arm. I couldn't help but scream when I felt so hot when her hand touches my skin. It feels like lava was put in my arm and burns my skin.

2. Ragnar felt as though every muscle in his body was going to explode. His giant gold scales heaved with sweat, and his tough membranous wings were so hot it felt like his veins were on fire, but he wouldn't give in. Flying just ahead was the Queen and her guard. Today was the day that Ragnar would take his warrior's test.

She flicked her fiery hair over her shoulders, a smug look taking over her features. But she is right really, to a certain extent that is. She and Camilla do not look alike in any way. Quite the opposite actually. For while Camilla has hazel eyes, is brunette and is no doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen with the face of an angel and a hella sassy attitude that does not match it, Serayah is different. She has fiery hair with red eyes to match it, and her face has the exact same look as her attitude—sassy and fiery as ever. The exact illusion you will get of her personality is just as she is, only more warmer than exp

Finally, the little pig uttered through gritted teeth, "You're so sneaky!" Caspian laughed, and he did not seem to mind. After all, all's fair in love and war. "Is this Burning Phoenix Tail Grass fire attribute? How old is it, and what's the specific effect?" Caspian asked Handsome, holding the red and gold spirit grass in his hand.

He shook his head and brushed his hair back. "Phew!" He puffed an exhalation as he wiped the sweat on his forehead. Haru has dark brownish hair that complemented his brown honey-colored eyes, pinkish lips, and sharp jawline, and his ear piercings were noticeable. "Hey, Haru! Better wear your mask again immediately. We'll never know when our bosses will enter the office!" Another man shouted from the next cubicle. "Yeah, yeah I know that." Haru yawned as he slumped back in his chair.

she pulled my hair back my wolf got angry immediately, she is fucking her mate and I did not even fight her over it yet she is here accusing me of fucking with my mate “leave me alone or else” my wolf Sky want to take over and no doubt if I let her take over, she is going to kill this bitch that is sleeping with our mate One of the ladies with her pushed my shoulder making me hit the locker hard making me whelped “or else what, what are you going to be doing to her”

My mother says we are all one big happy family. My hair is one of my favourite features. It's a rich, dark brunette that cascades down my back. It takes a lot of work to keep it looking its best, but I love the way it makes me feel when it's flowing freely behind me. When I'm training to become the best warrior in the kingdom, I tie it back, and I feel like a fierce warrior, ready to take on any challenge that comes my way!

Her hair starts to move on its own and it bursts into flames which becomes a richer color than her default hair color. “Shit!” Everyone started running for their lives as the hair grew rapidly and started attacking everyone indiscriminately. As for the owner, she doesn’t seem to care. Nu-ying looks and seems psychopathic. Fukuna has trouble dodging them. The hair is too fast for her, swinging around like a fast whip. Fukuna tripped but Cai Kang then saved her. “Nuying, stop this. You’re gonna kill us all!” He yells. The martial artists save anyone who is close to being attacked by the fiery hair. Since all of them are athletic, it wasn’t difficult to escape.

she fumed. She experienced some fat shame growing up. People calling her hair unhealthy as her food only increased her size and not her brain or hair. If this Prince, who’d already crossed his line, dare thread on that path, she’d crush him. “Who’d you wanna burn with that hot face?” he wasn’t even looking at her but searching his drawer for something. She laid back on the bed. Did he mean she looked hot or she looked angry-hot? Why was she blushing? “I said your hair was pretty healthy and a perfect match”.