Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

“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

“You know that name is a nightmare for me, Andrew!” Andrew guffawed, falling on his butt, a good distance away from Fiona. “Well, you’ll soon meet your match this weekend. I promise you that,” she asserted before sauntering off. This made Andrew renew his howling. According to Andrew later that day, Fifi was Fiona’s nickname in high school. She didn’t have a problem with it initially, but it happened that in 9th grade, her military dad had bought her a bottle of dry shampoo from one of his travels. During a slumber party with her girlfriends, she had wanted to show them how it was applied. Not knowing the shampoo was highly flammable, she had opened it and sprayed it on her hair. Part of it

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

I said. Faye's hair seemed to sparkle the shade of pink against the sunlight, and she absent-mindedly moved a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked at the distant figures of Tennebris and Vraxlon partially submerged. The prince of wrath rose from a wave, his blue hair swaying gently against his eyes.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

I said to him and he nodded at me. “Fire, blue fire works best for witches, it starts to burn them from the inside,” he said to me. “I’ve never used blue fire before, just green and red,” I said to him. “It works basically the same, but I’ll teach you the words. I’ve never used them, because I don’t want to feel the burning afterwards, you should really consider not doing it,” Bryan said to me. “If the option is there not to use it, I won’t. Last time wasn’t so nice,” I said to him and he laughed at me.

Strands of her hair floated to the ground, severed by the close call. Her expression shifted, the surprise giving way to something darker. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her eyes began to glow, an intense red that seemed to reflect the fire inside her. The air around her charged with a raw energy that was impossible to ignore. She was no longer just Cathrine; she was something fierce, something powerful—and she wasn’t holding back.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I burst out laughing, “to give you a slight TMI, if there is one thing that is amazing about being a Fae, is that we don’t grow body hair anywhere but on our head, lashes and eyebrows.” Her jaw drops open, “You bitch that is so unfair! You know how many painful waxing appointments I’ve had to attend.” I giggle at her. “You’re right Serena. I do love him and It’s going to be inevitable if I want to stay with him.”

His curly red hair caught the morning sunlight, illuminating his hair like a fiery halo. “If you don’t let go, Fiona will be sent to the hospital!” he snapped. “But if that’s what you want them be my guest. Finish her right here in front of the whole school. I bet no one would bat an eyelash to that. She is after all…a nobody unfortunate enough to hounded like sheep.”