Harley Quinn Black Hair Novels & Stories

A slight growl slid out of my throat when I saw her walk to the window. She was a fucking mirage. A goddess! My eyebrows pulled together. Her hair was white instead of black. What the fuck! I remember she had black hair when she came into my office. My eyes turned cold. What the fuck was she hiding? Suddenly I remembered Sharon's hesitation to let me meet their daughter. What was she afraid off? Xade growled wanting us to get closer but I didn't want to scare her. Nor did I want her to see me. I wondered which one was the true her. The one with the black hair or the one with the white hair?

There was only a raw, jagged intimacy that frightened me more than Caleb ever could. ​He wrapped the towel around me, his hands lingering on my shoulders. "The healers checked Lyra again. The white in her hair... they say it’s permanent. A mark of the 'Pure Sight.' She’s awake, Elena. She’s asking for honey cakes." ​I leaned my head back against his chest, closing my eyes. "And Aries?"

One had golden blond hair that caught the light like fire, one had fiery auburn locks swept back, one had raven black strands that fell sharp over his forehead, and the last had copper red waves that looked almost soft. Was this real? Or some twisted dream I couldn’t escape? “So,” one said with a nasty smirk, “sucking up to Alpha Harlan wasn’t enough? Now you want the rest of us to line up?” My heart broke more. I opened my mouth, but nothing came. What could I say? They’d twist it anyway. Tears kept falling, soaking my collar, but I couldn’t stop them. The one with the golden blond hair stepped closer. “You deaf? Answer me.”

Of course everyone wanted her as his Luna—after all, she could provide the entire pack with a golden age. “The most distinctive feature is the Silver Wolf’s pure silver hair. Some say that she was kissed by the moon itself, and carries its power in every strand.” Instinctively, my fingers fluttered up to touch my hair as a frown trembled across my lips. Silver hair… I had been dying my hair black for as long as I could remember—ever since my parents had adopted me, they had been teaching me how to do it. They always said that werewolves hated silver, that it would cause them to fear me.

There is a sprinkle of glitter dusted on her shoulders, making her look like a tiny fairy celebrating her own magical moment. Finn is equally looking good, dressed impeccably in a miniature suit that radiates an air of boyish charm. The crisp charcoal gray fabric hugs his lean form, showcasing his youthful elegance. A silver-colored bow tie accentuating his innocent charisma, and a neatly folded handkerchief peeked from his suit pocket. “My hair doesn’t look good,” Quinn says and I acknowledge the fact but I don’t show it. “Oh, we can fix that.” I am already here; I might as well help her with that. Harmony said she wanted her hair done like mine. Normally if I don’t have a protective style

Kind of caveman but not in the way that could be romanticized. “Huh? I don’t mean to sound rude but I think you got the wrong person.” He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Well, one of us lost its mind and it’s not me. Him. he did. Was he so dumb that he couldn't tell that I wasn’t Lyn? I mean, I know we look alike but I have a different hair color. Oh fuck! I dyed my hair black too. I did it because I wanted to be the same as my sister. It sounded super fun when I did it and Harlyn loved it.

The voice ignored his outstretched arms as she shuffled into the frame. She was gorgeous. A tiny little thing, especially compared to the beast that was pouting a few inches away. Her hair was a messy mane of curly ringlets. From the darkest shade of black to a glistening color of grayish lavender, her thick locks tumbled past her shoulders to her mid back. Her eyes were round, an adorable doe like appearance as they gleamed gorgeous shade of hazel. Dark, honey bronze skin colored her slender curves, a gentle pink flush peppering her plump cheeks.

Looking around, she tucked a lock of her ash grey hair behind her ear. Yes, she used to have a lighter shade of raven black as her hair color yet had to lighten the shade over to an extent that it is almost in a lighter shade of dark grey, almost ash-colored since that’s the color which Carmilla has, according to Cristopher. Seems pretty, she might just live with this color from now on. Making a difference might be a better way to change into a better version of yourself.

Mom Kaira said standing up and removing her crown. "I Scarlet Lynn Black nèe Reyes accept the role of Queen luna to be my Alpha's back bone and to be the mother and protector of all werewolves.." I repeats and she placed the crown on my head. Aaron and Bloom took the crowns of Beta from their parents aswel. After they were done a ritual was performed and I felt a surge of power flow through me as a l**k opened to all werewolves. "my Queen.." I heard Zane's voice in my head I smiled looking at him.

I am coming my love, I am coming for you. I call in the servants and ask them to help me cut my hairs. Like I said, it’s been so long since I had a decent haircut. As the boy cuts my hairs, I notice the dark black strands that bounce off my shoulder and finally land on the ground. Catty was right, I had the same hair colour as hers. Raven black. I whisper smiling.