Inuyasha Hair Novels & Stories

She tried to stay in the moment by listening to the maids talk quietly under their breath about how sucky her hair is, and such an unusual color. It was that thought she latched onto the fact that her hair was auburn color strange I’m on the gods and goddesses. Most of the others had blondish white hair as pale as moonlight, or hair as gold as the sun Or black as midnight. Hair like hers was rare among mortals but it was almost are unheard of among the gods. She was pondering this when she looked in the mirror and realize that the maids had finished they had bound her hair up in a series of intricate braids that suited her and left a lot of hair flowing down her back.

No, the burning hatred in their eyes was due to the breathtaking appearance of the other. Since they weren't the only ones that had received proper meals and training, Yusria had also grown strong and metamorphosized. She carried a confident and unyielding aura around her that garnered respect. Even under the harsh training environment, her complexion remained fair, and her soft and supple features glowed in the sunlight. Two strands of loose hair framed her face. The rest of her shiny ink-black wavy mane parted in the middle in two braids and coiled in the back, ending at just below her knees.

No blood. Her hair, which she remembered as tangled and sticky with sweat, lay neatly around her shoulders, long and silvery, spread like a waterfall across the pillows. Wait. Silvery? Luna’s hair was black. She grabbed a handful of it and stared, breath trembling. The strands sparkled faintly like moonlight caught in ice. “This isn’t mine,“ she whispered. “This isn’t me.” “I wouldn’t move too quickly, Princess Alessia.” The sudden voice made her gasp.

She had always had extraordinary hair. Even as a newborn it had come in thick and dark and with a quality of lustre that the nurses at the pack clinic had commented on. By the time she was walking, it fell past her shoulders in long, heavy waves that caught light the way expensive fabric did by absorbing it, holding it, giving it back in a warmer form. She had beautiful Werewolf hair. Alpha blood hair. I had noticed my own changes in the years since I had begun breeding with the alpha. My own curls had thickened and lengthened and developed a weight they hadn’t had before.

KAGE 'Greetings, Alpha Kage.' The first words she said to me replayed in my head like a cursed refrain. In a month, I was meant to be celebrating my longtime lover, the last thing I expected was to be disturbed by thoughts of 'her.' It couldn't be easy to forget her when she looked like 'that.' Like the mate I was forcing my mind to believe was dead. She was Belly in an upgraded version. The version I never got to see. Her hair was the most unique I'd ever seen. Such length and color; especially the ash dusting the tips of the charcoal gray. First glance at that hair and one would think she was a goddess.

Chapter 77 Kana moved with an ethereal grace through the labyrinthine passages of the castle, her presence a calming force amidst the bustling chaos that often enveloped its halls. Her onyx hair flowed like a liquid nightfall, a cascade of darkness that whispered secrets only the stars could comprehend. Her eyes, a deep almond shape, held a tranquil wisdom, an ancient understanding of the world that seemed to transcend her youthful countenance. There was something inherently serene about Kana, an inner peace that beckoned to those who crossed her path. Her aura was like a gentle breeze on a scorching day, a refuge for the weary souls that sought solace in her presence.

I screamed with tears stinging my eyes as I fought hard and undid the rope as I came crashing down on the floor, my face kissing the floor. She yanked me by the hair as fresh blood dripped from my forehead slipping to the floor. “I will ruin you beyond recognition.” she cackles, running her fingers through my hair. It better not be what I'm thinking. “The Alpha is attracted to you and this fancy hair of yours might be the reason so I have to chop it off.” She is evil. My hair was my identity. She can't snatch it away. I won't allow that. “Don’t touch my hair you jealous bitch!” I managed to voice out, my throat dry and hurting like I swallowed rocks.

“This is.” Haruna is now all wide eyes in surprise, dismay, and in honest envy. Seeing the ability that only the offspring of the prominent couple can do. But in her case, she couldn’t, for she is a failure of a daughter, that shouldn’t be born in the world and book where she originally belongs. “That is enough.” Hair that is a mix of crimson and purple. Eyes that are like a starry night sky yet are flaming with a deep outline of red. He appears, witnessing a few bits, and ends up deciding to interfere.

Sir Ignis, after having recovered from being planted on the floor, wiped the dust off his hands and commented, "Nice spell… and hair. It suits you." Perplexed by his other compliment, I picked up a few strands of my hair and it finally made sense; the black hair that grandma used to brush before I went to bed was now completely dyed in sapphire blue.

She has an ebony black hair that falls down to her back like a water fall. Raya is tall, slim with a large breast and hips. Her blond hair is put into a bun, small nerdy glasses hangs on her pointy nose. I thought werewolves don't have defects like human. "She doesn't. She is just obsessed with the nerdy glasses." Janny snorts. Oh...I did say that out.