Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

The slit rode high enough that if I bent even slightly, someone would get a full view of how bare and wet I still was. “What damn hormones are these?” I grumbled. “Demon possession? Full-moon fever without the moon?” I stormed to the full-length mirror, ready to fix whatever mess the shower had made of my hair. One look and my hand flew to my head. I tugged once. Then again. The black wig came off in my fingers like a lie I had worn too long. Deep red hair tumbled down my back in wild waves, fiery and untamed, catching the firelight.

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.”

I sink in with a soft groan, letting my sore muscles relax. After a good soak and scrub, I quickly dry off and work a brush through my wet hair. My hair is… wild—a massive wavy multi-color mess. Red, blonde, brown, black, even golden strains blended to cascade down to the middle of my back and 100% my natural hair. It reminds me of the autumn season when the leaves change from their summer brilliance to their cozy fall colors. I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally.

And here I am—just one human girl, caught in their clutches. And their king? What haven’t I heard about him? His cruelty, his ferocity in battle, the way he takes what he wants without hesitation or mercy. No one knows his name; they simply call him the barbarian king. The world simply knows that he is a Firefang wolf, a breed born of radiation, known for their volcanic bites and lightning combats.

This is what Xiao Long will take advantage of, but who has these materials? “I have it.” Huo Yan said. Xiao Long smiled, he had expected it. Huo Yan was the son of the Sect Leader, Xiao Long was sure he also possessed the fire attribute since he had the name 'Fire' and also flaming red hair. A ridiculous reason indeed, but he thought it made sense because this was the logic he had gotten from reading many cultivation novels. Huo Yan took out a feather of fiery red color like a flame. The feather was enveloped with mysterious energy and fire-weighted Qi. The fire was not only hot, but strangely also had some sort of soothing, healing effect.