Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

The Fire God León de Fuego motioned her not to speak loudly. “Can your hair heal?” She immediately whispered, asked. “Of course, my body is the quintessence of heaven and earth, if it weren't for his ancestors doing many good deeds, I wouldn't be willing to give up these hairs.” “Is it possible to increase strength?”

That was her motto, what she lived by. She grew up to be a beautiful woman, but her hair never got darker. Normally, as the members of the Silver Wolf Clan grew, their hair got darker and darker due to the magnitude of their powers. It was just a way of showing that they were strong. The darker their hair, the more powerful they were. Fayre's hair was dark metallic silver, it was so dark due to her powers. Kael’s hair was darker. However, Sera’s hair remained the same light shade. It never changed. People began to speak about her and rumors started flying around. Not exactly rumors since they were what she had been doing.

In perfect counterpoint to his anger, his already brilliant red hair went from hot to flaming - literally. .

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

Jay held his hands up in surrender backing away. I jumped up into the sky, wanting to try out these wings, and feeling I might burn Jay to a crisp if I stayed any longer. I let Fane fly us over the river, where I could see our reflection in the water. That's when I noticed my hair was a light blue flame, with white in the center. I could barely recognize myself. I felt powerful and fully in control of myself and my emotions. The anger had disappeared, eaten away by the flames that engulfed me. 'This is amazing!' I spoke to Fane.

She was about to braid her messy hairs , when his eyes refused while holding her soft palm . " leave It open .I like it ..you looks beautiful " he protested . Acknowledging her husband's demand she let down her beautiful ashy colour hairs . She never coloured them they were naturally ash colour with some mixed of black colour . It was a beautiful combination . Ash and black like coal and fire . Yet beautiful ! .

"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

The boys had full heads of hair, it was a pain in the ass to cut it all the time because it fell in their eyes, but it grew like weed on their heads- Kaitlyn’s didn’t, but she had the most beautiful ash-blonde color with caramel highlights that sparkled under the sun.

"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.