Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

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.

More powerful. Her eyes flicker between ocean blue and flaming red, the colors shifting so fast they blur together. But it's not just her eyes anymore. Her hair starts to glow, cycling through the same colors—flaming red one moment, deep blue the next, like fire and water are battling for control of her body. She releases a massive fireball into the air. It explodes above us, fragments raining down and striking every wolf in the corridor. Heat passes through them the same way it passed through me—intense but not painful.

Maya stared at her reflection breathlessly, the light catching her fiery red hair just right. So much that it looked like her hair was on fire. Just like Lana's. Zaire leaned in, so his voice caressed her ears, "He will remember you. But keep in mind, that he can only remember Lana Fernandez, is that understood?"

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.

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

They to felt warm against his chest. He found her human hair fascinating. It did not grow in thick strings like his which all warriors wore braided. It grew in spiraled coils, was a bit bushy, but very intriguing. Viper gently pulled one and the way it sprang back to it’s original setting was captivating. Feeling the pure softness of it. He leaned back in order to dip his head. He slowly inhaled it. She subtle fragrance and he felt the female stiffen a bit. Viper let a low purr start within his stomach and it vibrated throughout his entire body.