Gerard Way Red Hair Novels & Stories

Arlen nodded in agreement as they slowly approached Vermeil. Vermeil Fonde is a transfer student during their last year at middle school. Before, he was seen as a delinquent because of his flaming red hair which both the students and the teachers thought that he dyed his hair due to him being influenced overseas. But, his elder brother, Zedrick Fonde who was studying in his second year at high school explained that it was the natural color of his hair. Even Zedrick’s hair was golden blonde which also made him mistaken as a delinquent like his younger brother now.

I peered forward, my gaze landing on a boy around my age. He greeted me with a warm smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth and with his unique hair. "Ohh! You have red hair," I exclaimed. "Yeah," he replied with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "My brother mentioned that red is one of the rarest hair colors in the world.," I said. The boy chuckled and confessed, "No, it's not my natural hair color; I'm actually blond." Surprised by his revelation, I questioned, "Why did you change it?"

Coral “So, he really showed up?” Vivian asked, looking at me from across the table. Her red hair was naturally curly and she usually had it up in a ponytail. Today was no exception. I found it fascinating to have so many redheads in one place. Growing up, most of the time I was the only one with red hair, so I stood out. Here, it seemed like there was red hair flying by every time you turned around. Talia’s hair was crazy. She joked about how hard it was to maintain and that it had a mind of its own.

“But our red hair has always been my favorite. It is rare to inherit ginger even in our long line of distinguished heritage.” Clarissa began noticing slight differences in the woman standing in front of her. The wild hair on her head was striped with different shades of orange and red that almost matched Clarissa’s hair color. The tiny hairs over the woman’s skin followed the same color pattern. Her eyes were narrow and pointed. “But that is not what you truly wish to ask me.” The strange woman stated comfortingly. Clarissa scrunched her face up. How did she know what Clarissa wanted to ask? Maybe because she was just a dream?

Kalis said. "That is not true. The old fox house, Promas Derack was also known for their red hair" I spoke and took a stand.

“We can talk elsewhere.” Gerard laughed—loud, carefree, like this was all just a joke to him. “You don’t have to be scared of me, brother. And your girl…” His hand tugged at my hair again. “Wouldn’t be bad if I had a taste, right? Brothers always share.” I nearly gagged. Mario’s face went blank, which was somehow worse than anger. “You know,” Gerard mused, his grip tightening, “she almost looks like—” “Enough!”

Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very similar to Kira’s without the honey color surrounding his pupils. My red hair is also a mystery, but we do have a strong Irish heritage on mom's side, so there is that. On the other hand, Margot's silver streak is really weird because another lock of her hair turned silver after I "accidentally" cut it when we were little. She had tried to cut the unusual streak out of her hair, but it always grew back silver. None of us has ever tried cutting our hair after that, afraid it might all turn silver. Just as I had finished brushing my teeth, the sound of our pups jumping on my bed pulled me out of the haze of thoughts I had fallen into.

Every line of my body tensed. The way he carried himself, the slight stiffness in his right shoulder, the distinctive, almost imperceptible hitch in his gait from an old injury… it was Liam Conall. But something was off. His hair. The vibrant, almost fiery red I knew from the old pictures, the signature almost as famous as his name in certain circles, was gone. Under the brim of the cap, I could see strands of a dull, unremarkable brown. Dyed. He’d dyed his hair. Of course, he had. A new identity, a new life, starting with the most obvious change. Clever. Almost too clever.

Of course, he is clueless about the conversation I had with Francis but I'm starting to seek the truth about my origin. All the members of the Rozen family have either brown or blonde hair. I was born with red hair the color of a ruby gem. But I have Rozen's signature ocean blue eyes. "I don't know, but once I meet grandfather he will finally explain my origin," I've been thinking about how someone like me is treated like dirt and hated in society because of my birth and the way I looked. Red hair is uncommon here. There is a story of people born with red hair as a sign of a witch.

I panicked even more, trying to open the door as hard as possible, but it was locked tightly. "Fuck! Who exactly is the hybrid man? Does he know anything about Aland? Where can I find him?" Realization bothered me. His voice is very similar to Miller's. Also, his hair color. Even though we were born twins, we have different hair colors. I was born with red hair, and Miller had silver hair. I'm a red moon, and Miller is a silver moon. For years, the Fallon couple managed to hide our identities and change our hair color to black with magic.