Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

She sat down comfortably and said, "On Semeria it is rare for a person's eye color not to match their hair color. In this world, most people get their hair color from their elemental affinity. Blue hair, = water, Light blue hair = lightning, Red hair = fire, Brown hair, = earth, green hair = wind, Light green hair = nature, Black hair = shadow, Gray hair, = metal, etc, etc, etc," Verra informed Xasha like a teacher teaching a student.

She had lost most of her hair in the fire, but it would grow back. Okay, that was her, but what was there not to like about Kim? She was a knockout with her red hair, mocha eyes, and vavoom curves. She was smart, knew how to have fun, was independent, and had a great personality. What wasn’t appealing about Kim?

I am sitted at the cafeteria, on the popularity table with Tyler at my side, the twins there too with Dana picking at her food, shockingly not saying anything, though the twins are badgering me for information. "Is it the that his eyes are as green as spirogyra?" Chaos asks, ever the crazy one. No really, this one should be locked up with the key eaten "I don't think that's a nice thing to say about a human being love" "And his hair... Oh mi God" Fire says, swooning over to Chaos who disgustingly pushes her away "Looked like spurn threads of the finest silk made specifically from rain fall, how can I not hit that?"

I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simple act adding an extra layer of readiness to my spirit. Next, I wandered to my wardrobe, where a splash of color caught my eye – a vibrant hair dye that promised temporary streaks of boldness. Its packaging featured a rainbow of hues, but my choice was a striking bright pink reminded me of summer. I carefully applied it to the tips of my hair with a flourish, each stroke a confident embrace of change. The vivid pink contrasted dramatically with the earthy tones of my natural hair, making me feel like I was stepping into a new persona, one that was fun, fearless, and unapologetically myself.

Chelsea River stood with a confident grace, their bright red hair cascading down their back like a fiery waterfall. The vibrant locks were untamed, with subtle waves and loose curls framing their pear-shaped face. Their eyes sparkled like shimmering aquamarine gemstones, radiating warmth and kindness.

Sarah and Fiona were two beautiful, gorgeous girls that made Kara and a whole lot of other girls, question their femininity. Both with an extensive background of wealth that ran deeper than Kara could ever imagine, they were quite the duo. Sarah had auburn hair whilst Fiona had blonde, almost white hair which they both equally managed to maintain in flawless wavy tresses. And it went beyond that. Their looks were even more ravishing.

“Please—“ I cried out. I was starting to feel heat inside of me and I didn’t understand it. The heat flowed all the way to my head and I gnashed my teeth, shutting my eyes close. I suddenly heard a grunt and I opened my eyes. Yasmine and Yolanda were on the floor, cursing under their breath as they struggled to stand. “You bitch! Why did your hair suddenly burn us and push us to the ground?” Yolanda jumped up and charged at me with Yasmine following behind. “What? I don’t understand what you’re saying,” I blurted out and touched my hair but it felt normal. I was so confused and disturbed. What is going on here? “Your hair—it sent us flying backward. How did you do that?” I blinked, still con

I smiled, “She has brought me through all of my trials, so far.” When it was my turn to get my hair done, I asked if we could leave it long. The stylist agreed and went to work. As she worked, the stylist asked, “So you are mated to a white tiger werecat?” I smiled, “I am.” She asked, “I bet he’s a fierce protector.” I smiled, “He is. He has absolutely shredded a man who was trying to kidnap me.” She smiled, “That’s a goal for all of us. I can only hope that my mate will be as fierce.” I smiled, “I truly hope your mate is as fierce.” She asked, “Would you like a clip in your hair?” I smiled, “Sure. Just not a metal one.” She looked around in her case and asked, “Are you worried about silver?

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.

“The power of the scalp of your ancestor, Alexander.” I watched as the wild flames flickered around the scalp, not affecting it in the slightest. It held its shape, as if the fire surrounding it was a protective dome. Its fur swayed with the movement of the flames, but stayed intact and appeared as sleek and shiny as if it was still attached to a head.