Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

Ivy's POV I’ve never seen such a valiant she-wolf in my life. I can’t stop looking at her. Can’t tear my gaze away. Dressed in polished, shining red armor, she looks like the perfect picture of a blazing fire–brilliant and striking. Her long, raven-black hair is pulled into a sleek high ponytail, revealing a sharply defined face with determined eyes that pierce like an eagle’s.

they continued sadistically and burned me in the shoulder. I screamed as my skin sizzled under their assault. “I got this new iron for you,” they mocked. “It did cost me a lot of bucks but for you, I would go any length. I see you put your hair in beautiful curls but sadly I don't want anything beautiful on you. I'll help you fix that hair now.” “Don't,” I warned. They scoffed and put the iron in my hair while I lay helpless as the device sizzled my hair. I whimpered, my body felt like it was in flames and I couldn't fight back. I just let them burn different sections of my hair.

I murmured. In response to my remark, Lefiya's hair turned to amber orange— with her face stoned with surprise. "S-Shut up!" Lefiya yelled back at me. "You had no idea how much I had been through because of this hair!" …Her hair colour changed to candy red. Is she angry now? "…I don't think it would be a problem if you just lived with honesty." "Eh……?" Lefiya looks astonished. Her hair colour turned to canary yellow. Is she surprised now?

What kind of hairstyle is… oh my God… ha ha ha… how did you even get your hair to stand like…ha ha ha… Vee, you look like a clown faced rainbow Maleficent with extra and makeup. I smiled proudly and smoothen my cool hairstyle. I was messing around with my hair and boom! My hair stood up like Maleficent's; I look spectacular! 'Isn't it beautiful? I did it myself,' I said proudly. 'Obvi, you are in crazy mode, aren't you?' 'Crazy mode? I don't have any mode,' I argued. She and many kept saying I have modes. 'You have baby mode, cute mode, sexy, stern, just humorous, smart, deadly, angry psycho punchie punchie, elegant princessa, voracious snapper, cook freak mode—.'

Before I considered moving away from her, her eyes turned red instantly and she touched my golden hair. A power burst off my hair instantly and she yelped and ran off the bed. My eyes snapped to her palm instantly and sighed out it was normal, not steaming hot like yesterday. "What the fuck!!. That was close." She screamed. I was immediately afraid of my hair. Why would my hair become dangerous to people?. "What are you?. " She asked, "I can't tell. I do not know why my hair is like this" I truthfully replied. Unknown silence fell into the room as we both looked at each other. She sighed.

Both Fiona and Hannah shouted at the same time and scrambled up to gather her into a tight group hug. Kerry McCrae was average height and build, but with the finely sculpted body of an athlete. And that’s where any resemblance to being a civilized human being ended. Fiona and Logan had wild, amber-colored eyes, and Hannah had stormy blue ones, but all three of them had thick, dark, almost black hair, of varying lengths and textures. Logan’s was relentlessly rumpled, Hannah’s sleek and shiny, Fiona’s a wild mass of corkscrew curls that drove her insane. So no one knew, exactly, how it was that Kerry had somehow popped out with wild red curls and green eyes so bright and sparkling, they put em

I knew I hadn’t met her yet because no one would forget the color of her hair. Another one had her hand wrapped around his arm as she stood next to him, looking up at him adoringly as he spoke. This one I definitely recognized. She was the Gamma of the Fair Winds pack and one of the women who openly glared at me earlier. She had sleek, shiny black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was curvy in all the right places and I could easily imagine she would be Reegan’s type. “Grrrr!” Cara growled in my head, irate that someone dared to touch our mate.

The sound of shower being turned off permeated the washroom as I turned to stare at the reflection on the foggy glass. Dull green eyes stared back at me, the sight uncanny. Unlike my Mom and Dad who both had brown hair, I had fiery red hair, the color of fire. My wolf's fur was also fiery red. I guess that doubled as another reason why I was seen as unfortunate. It wasn't common to see a wolf whose fur was red. My hair was two inches away from my waist. It always got in the way due to its length but I couldn't bring myself to cut it. Mom had always helped me comb it and I could tell she had loved playing with my hair. I had eyes, the color of the forest and pink lips, a shade darker than nud

, the voice of the stylist in charge of my hair broke through my anger clouded thoughts. "I asked for my hair to be dyed black, why is my hair red? I look stupid", I shouted at the stylist and her face paled. "Miss, I didn't, I didn't...", she stuttered out but I ignored her, I was fuming. "You didn't, you didn't what? Why the fuck is my hair red? Didn't you see the dye, the color? Can't you read? Oh my God, what is this?", I asked, holding my hair in my hand as I stared at her, my eyes wild.

I'm pulled back out and I gasp in lungfuls of air, chest tight. I still when I catch the glint of a dagger. Terror washes over me and I start to scramble away when I'm caught by my hair. Pinpricks of pain dance around my scalp and I cry out, tears springing to my eyes. Above me the woman mutters, "In the water we are cleansed, in the fire we are tested." Then my hair is chopped off. I stare numbly as flames dance out of her fingertips, catching on the burnished strands. The chants grow louder, the flames consuming the hair entirely. I suddenly feel bare. Dimly I reach behind to grab my hair, feeling the uneven ends.