Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

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.

Always one to stand up for her friends, she was on her feet in an instant, eyes blazing with fury as she confronted the girl who had spoken. “Hey! What did you just say?” she demanded, her voice dripping with venom. The girl, clearly taken aback by Fiona’s aggressive stance, faltered for a moment. But then she smirked, tossing her long hair back. “I said what everyone’s thinking. She’s obsessed with—” The retort was cut short as, in a move that left everyone around in shock, Fiona lunged forward and grabbed the end of the girl’s hair. The perfectly coiffed locks came off in Fiona’s hand, revealing a very surprised and very bald girl. It was a wig.

They were on their knees, bowing and chanting. They were interesting looking creatures. Their hair truly looked like flames, floating off of their heads. They all had different colored hair. It was kind of intriguing. Their skin shone like diamonds and reflected the tinted blue light. Their clothes were simple and were definitely hand made. “So this is where everyone is.” I muttered. “What are they doing?” Posy asked. “I think it’s a ritual.” Oz answered. “Fiery Lynxes are incredibly spiritual creatures.” “I don’t care, I want my girl back.” I growled, pushing past everyone.

The man's body was golden, and his hair was blood-red with no eyebrows or beard. He looked rough and strange. At this time, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. "What a f*cking Mysterious Man! He is so bold that he dares to talk wildly outside. He really pissed me off. F*ck, I must burn this stupid guy to death to relieve my hatred." This man was the famous Grandpa Raging Fire in Jianghu.

It was suffocating. Roar! Roar! Angry roars kept coming as the fiery kylin had gone completely berserk. Its powers seemed to have doubled. Although the various sects’ cultivators have surrounded it, they could not subdue it at all let alone kill it. Half an hour soon passed. The fiery kylin’s huge body was still prancing around in mid-air and retained its majestic appearance. However, the cultivators were starting to struggle. “Haha…” A burst of laughter suddenly came through from the skies not far away right at this moment followed by a fiery red figure flying fast. This person had manically messy long hair with a wild and unrestrained appearance. In addition, he also emitted a strong power

"Of all the females within my family, why I'm I the only one punish with this awfully looking hair?" protested Paris, as she held a loose strand of her long, curly, red hair, scornfully, gazing at it with great disappointment. She hated her hair so badly that her heart ached every day to look at herself in her mirror and to touch it. She wished she had another color of hair, instead of her red hair, she considered to look like a white mop utterly stained by blood or red polish. Paris thought nothing of her hair other than unattractive. Sadly, neither of her parents had red hair. Her father had brown hair, and her mother was blonde. She had her father's bright blue eyes though, but sadly that

"And I don't care if you think that's a good enough reason or not." Scar glared at him. A gentle breeze had the strands of her fiery red hair swaying around her face, making them appear like rippling flames. She was a sight to behold, and a lesser man might have been willing to give in to her demands. Might have been cowed by the stares of a dozen other shifters and goblins who'd stopped what they were doing to watch.

Her hair, now pin-straight but still a fiery red, framed her face like she was some kind of goddess of vengeance. I barely looked at her. She wasn’t worth the energy.

I could feel the anger rolling off him in hot waves, but he stayed quiet for now, letting me take this in. I looked at her hair again, and my breath caught in my chest. It wasn’t just white. It wasn’t the dull white of old age or the weak white of someone losing their strength. It glowed faintly, almost alive, like each strand had been spun from silver fire. The glow was soft but impossible to miss, and it caught the light in the room in a way that made it look unreal. Just like mine. My stomach turned upside down.

Over it, I wore a denim blue ripped hoodie with some black boots complimenting the whole look. Let the hell fire unleash as I have breakfast with the devil's spawn