Fiery Hair Novels & Stories

That's the worst thing anyone has ever said to me and I'm sick of this disrespectful little bitch. I focus on her long hair. And then… "OH MY GOD!" she yells and freaks out when the ends of it start burning. I keep it up for just two seconds, but that's enough to shut her up. All of them, "What the fuck?" "Never compare me to those fuckers again," I warn, pointing at her face. She's holding the ends of her hair, still in shock and fear. And... well, maybe I shouldn't have done that, "Oh, stop it. I only burned the ends of it. They were dead anyway. That's what you get for messing with the Fire Omega."

God. My hair was wild. Not the cute, effortless kind of wild either. No, this was full-on crazy wild. My light brown strands were poking out in every direction like they'd been in a wind tunnel. I looked like someone who’d just fought frontline in a war and then passed out face-first into ditch. Or maybe just a girl who’d been thoroughly fucked.

And I had silver hair, which by far, has proven to be one of the main characteristics of my freakness. All of that, and I was not “Okay.” I pursed my lips and braced my hands on my waist, feeling tense from the root of my hair down to the smallest toe. “What do I need to do?” “Just focus… Stare at it, and then try to set it ablaze.” She countered so casually you could've sworn she was asking me to throw a bloody ball into the net. But she pressed on so hard I had no choice but to do as she instructed.

And cut. I don't cry. I don't hesitate. This hair was the hair Aureliano stroked. This was the hair Spadino buried his face in. This was the hair Ciro held when he fucked me. It has to go. When I am done, my hair is a jagged, chin-length bob. It looks rough. Angry. I take out the box of hair dye. Jet Black. I mix it in the sink. The chemical smell burns my nose. I slap the black sludge onto my head, rubbing it into my scalp until it stains my skin.

My cheeks, my ears and even the skin of my neck Feyi very very hot and I did not need to look at my reflection to tell that at the moment, I looked as ripe as a tomato. My now red face must be some thing that they found very amazing as they all let out more shrieks yet again. My cheeks were prodded and pinched, my hair was stroked and one of the she wolves even went ahead and out my golden hair in to a eat braid. Another thing fact I have noticed is fact among the locals, blonde hair was not found. They all had either auburn or brown hair. If I want to be completely honest with myself, I am not sure how to act at the moment.

“What do you want, Finn?” “Your hair looks different too,” he continued, ignoring her question. “Your favorite hair color then was wine, but brown looks great on you too. So natural that it could almost be mistaken for your real color. I liked the one you had on yesterday too. It was flaming red, just like your personality. I wanted to see it on you for a while, but I guess you didn’t like it.”

He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it. Then there was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph. Her flaming red hair matched the intensity of her pyrokinesis abilities. She was infamous for her volatile nature, a woman whose temper and fire abilities were both equally fierce. Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will.

It is irrelevant. She lifts the hat from her head and my breath hitches. Her hair is a fiery red that matches the flames in the fireplace with their brilliance. Its lock seems thick, heavy and in danger of tumbling free. I can’t help wondering how many pins I would have to remove to make that happen. I am sure it can’t be more than two, maybe three.

Her flame of red hair is held up in a messy bun above her head, fiery strands falling to the front and sides of her face. How could we not love her?

Nakakindat nitong pagkakasabi sa kanya sa harap ng salamin. Hindi na nga siya kumibo at nanghihinayang nalang niyang tinitigan ang two inches niyang buhok na ibinawas nito sa kanya. After cutting her hair ay sinabi nitong gagawin iyong curly to wavy hair. Kung saan mas bagay sa kanya ang aura. Kinulayan rin nito iyon nang hindi niya alam kung anong klaseng kulay.