Is It Possible To Be Born With Blue Hair Novels & Stories

I spun toward the small dressing mirror by the wall. What I saw made my knees weaken. “What?” The word fell from my lips like a whisper. There it was. Clear as daylight. Green. My hair. My precious blue hair, the color I had known since birth, was streaked with sparkling green. Thin at first, then deeper as it spread through the strands like wildfire. The glow of it shimmered faintly under the light, unnatural, alive. “No, no, no…” My fingers clawed at it as if rubbing hard could wipe the color away. But it stayed, brighter with every touch.

It’s cool on the hot evenings, and it makes me feel like I belong when we all sit out here together with a bottle, even though I usually only have one while they each have four or five. “That will make me look like her,” I say, leaning over Callan’s arm and pointing to the girl on the box. “Isn’t she pretty?” “You want purple hair?” he asks, leaning back to peer down at my face. “I’ve only ever had this color,” I say, picking up a lock of hair. “I didn’t know you could choose different colors. I guess Mama chose this one for me and forgot to tell me I could change it. But I think I might like to try every color before I pick one.”

I corrected her and she nodded. Vivian isn't a typical girl. She's black, blonde and she has green eyes. Her exact origin is unknown and she could have been a freak but she didn't see herself as one and didn't let anyone treat her as one either. “You dyed your hair again?” I found myself asking. She's been dyeing her hair since she was thirteen, something about finding the perfect hair color combo. Most of the time, she's on her natural hair color but a few times when she wants to experiment, she does crazy colors like blue and green and purple all together.

almost, anyway. Did that mean I'd had the migraines since I was a baby, too? That seemed unusually cruel. Was amber hair truly so rare outside of the royal family? I couldn't ever recall seeing anyone with hair I'd describe in such a way, but maybe it was possible. I suppose it would have raised too many questions though, given how little was known of Mama's background when she was taken in by Silver Waters.

Katrina winked, running a hand over her curls before throwing up the doors to her walk-in closet. “Where do you get your hair dyed? I always wanted to get streaks in my hair. Or just outright dye it to not be a blonde.” Persephone asked as we watched Katrina start pulling clothes off hangers. “Who I don’t. This is natural. LIke how André has that blue streak. I have red. No clue why. We just do. André says it’s because we are too fabulous to have normal hair. I think it's more to do with being hybrids or half-breeds as some rudely call us.” she huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of her bed.

And I'm a bit weird. My hair is brown, long and soft. My face is full of freckles and moles. My arms and legs are extremely hairy and my eyes are different colors. One is brown and the other is blue. That's called heterochromia and is usually seen in animals, which makes a little bit of sense. I was born this way and according to my pediatrician at age 5, my blue eye would lose vision completely at any moment because it's 'weaker' than usual, but he was wrong. Very wrong. The truth is that my vision is excellent... just like my sense of smell, my sense of hearing and my strength.

Zyair never wanted to dye his hairs but he also didn't like the few grey hairs. "Well I have few grey hairs too." Kylian chuckled as they both were twins. They weren't identical but still there were few similarities. "Zyair had grey hairs genetically but some people have grey hairs because they always stay grumpy with high blood pressure." Anya rolled her eyes as everyone knew to whom it was referred. Kylian just glanced at her smirking. He would deal with her later. *

Of course, that didn’t explain why her hair was growing naturally blue. When she’d asked Gildeon about it in the past, he told her it was some kind of genetic mutation—a mutation that only she seemed to have. It made her feel cool and like a freak at the same time. She tuned out the noise and concentrated on the task at hand. But just when she thought she was about to hear that victorious click, a low voice echoed from behind her. “What are you doing, Arah?” She jumped with a little squeal, hands frozen around the lock. Then, as she shut her eyes briefly, she slowly put the tools down, feeling as though she were a criminal being apprehended by the police. Her heart thumped hard as she rose t

“If I wasn’t his son, why would he have taken me with him?” “I suspect he believed you were his son. Your mother may have told him that. But looking at the two of you, I can see a strong family resemblance. A blonde parent can pass red hair on, but it’s more likely from a red-haired parent. Parents with black hair don’t make red or blonde offspring. It’s just how genetics work. I suspect she was sleeping with both men, and she lied to keep the peace.” “Some say the luck or fated of this family kills me.”

"Are you part of a clan that doesn't age and doesn't die?" "Oh no, that's not the case at all. Let's just say it's a curse that we received when the Darkness was cast away." Kiran frowned. "A curse?" "A price we had to pay as protectors of Lahnthea's existence," Khas corrected. "It's the same as the blue hair that heirs of the royal family are born with." "Is that why it's illegal to dye your hair blue here?!" Kiran exclaimed, remembering her conversation with Noorh about it.