Half Up Viking Wedding Hair Novels & Stories

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

THE CELEBRATIONS were already at a peak the next day. The sounds of cheers and laughter from the great hall, echoed through the Alpha's stead. It was almost time for the wedding, and Vaelora had just finished braiding Rebekah's hair. "Just like our Academy days." Rebekah smiled, admiring her 'half up, half down' hair do, that Vaelora had been able to get done. "I love it." She nodded, surprised that she could be happy about anything on a day as this.

She kept her hair down, soft loose curls cascading around her shoulders and down her back. This wasn't a wedding, at least not like any wedding she had ever been to, so there was no veil, but she wanted something, so a flower crown of myrtle, baby's breath and ivy was sourced from somewhere. As it was laid on her head, completing the look Melody smiled, and had to hold back tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. They had spent over an hour on her makeup, it wouldn't do if she ruined it. So she dabbed her eyes with a tissue, keeping the makeup intact. She looked more lovely than she had ever looked before, she was glowing.

"Just help me comb them out, Ella. Please." "I'm only doing this because I don't want to be regarded as the friend of the crazy Wolf Bride," she said with feigned snarkiness. She got back to working on my hair, and another hour and thirty minutes later, by 7:30 pm, we were done. I'd asked her to simply leave my hair down for the occasion, because during the bonding process, I would have to shift into wolf form anyway, and I needed to be as free as possible. I'd chosen a simple silk silver gown with thin arm straps that I was sure would accentuate the unique colour of my hair. It was also quite practical because I could easily slip it off or put it on when the need for shifting arose.

and happy for them. ~~ I was happy that Lil didn’t decide on anything horrible. The wedding was outside and it was mid-May. Valkon was sitting front row, alone. I was saddened by such a thing, but he didn’t seem bothered. I knew he wasn’t bothered. He could care less about anyone other than me. I was dressed in red while the other maids were dressed in beige. My curly brown hair was straightened and put into in a back-tucked bun with curls hanging from the side.

She slowly raised her head to look at the Duchess. “I mean, I met Alpha Johan and Luna Ivy at the wedding, none of them have the same hair colour as you do.” She said, smiling. Ivorie became speechless as she felt gazes land on her.

I slowly got up and went to take a nice warm shower then wrapped a fuzzy light purple towel around me and started blow drying my hair. When it was in its natural waves, I put my hair in French braids and wrapped them in a bun. I put my brown/black wig on, which now looked like I hadn't brushed my hair in weeks. I took the towel off and put on my new purple lace Victoria’s Secret undergarments and decided to go for some pink sweatpants and an extra-large hoodie that made me look fat since I obviously couldn't fit into that. I rolled the top of my sweatpants and then put on a pair of old dirty Converse and added my black square glasses and retainer.

Bren had gone a step further and actually given her a proper hairstyle. Ava’s long hair now fell down her back in layers, making it look much fuller and giving it movement. Her shaggy bangs had been cut into curtains that framed each side of her face, and still adequately covered her scar. Bren had curled her hair into chunky ringlets and pulled half of it up into a perky ponytail, while the rest flowed freely in russet waves.

The pièce de résistance of her ensemble was the fiery red bodycon dress; its fabric hugged her curves tantalizingly, leaving just enough skin on display to fulfill Ryan's desire for a sultry style. Deciding to embrace the opportunity for change, Adrienne opted to accessorize her natural black hair with a stunning brown wig. With deft fingers, she styled it into an intricately gorgeous bridal fashion, transforming herself into an enchanting vision of elegance. The cascading tresses tumbled down her back in waves, exuding a bewitching allure. "Maybe I should have dyed my hair instead." As she slipped her feet into a pair of red-bottomed stiletto heels, elongating her legs with every step, Adri

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.