Romans & histoires Is It Possible To Be Born With Blue Hair

One of them steps forward reluctantly, eyes trained on my hair. “We… we’re not sure, Alpha,” she says. “There’s no chemical damage, no hormonal spike, no external contamination. We ran genetic panels and neurological scans—everything came back normal. The only anomaly is the pigmentation shift.” She pauses and adds with an unsure tone, “The pigmentation change could be a rare mutation—maybe a sudden change in melanin levels. Possibly an exotic form of vitiligo affecting her hair and follicles, but…” “It didn’t show up on the tests,” another doctor finishes quietly. “We can’t explain it.”

I furrowed my brows. "Blue??..." I echoed. "Yes blue, it's represent calmness, sensitivity, stability, beauty intelligence and confidence it's also the new sexy and by the way it will bring out your eyes if I say so myself.." she says as we both looked in the mirror. "You think blue is a good idea? " I asked. "If you don't like it we could always dye it pink and if that fails we'll shave your head." she spoke in a serious tone. "Blue, I pick blue.." I panicked and she sneers at me. "If you say so..." she says as she started first by cutting my hair up to shoulder length, my heart kept beating thinking I've made a stupid decision.

"Chloe... doesn't have your brown eyes." "I'm glad she has blue eyes like yours," Lucas turned his head towards Chloe's crib and smiled sincerely. "And your blonde hair," he continued. "Laura said you were also born with blonde hair, but it turned darker as you grew up." "Yes, that's because my mother had blonde hair." Lucas nodded. "It seems your mother also had blonde hair." "No, my parents both have black hair like Anthony. I don't know why I have blonde hair and blue eyes." She shrugged.

I advise them. "In case of death, you mean?" Altair cues. "Yes, in case of death." I nod. "Right, now that we got that out the way, do you guys have any questions?" "Totally unrelateable to this conversation, were you born with silver hair?" Tomas probes. "Curious much?" they all nod and I chuckle. "Well, first off, it's platinum hair and yes, I was born with this shade of hair and yes, my eyes will change color from time to time, don't be shocked when it does. " I inform them.

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

"Killian,you have long hair too and you're not a female," "His hair was longer, like a females and he was wearing a cape!" I rolled my eyes at his flimsy attempt to explain himself. "In any case you do look like him, your hair, it's different. it's not the normal black that humans and us have, rather almost like ink. It has traces of blue in it. Almost like the Iliards Royal family's "

“Because of blood?” “That wasn’t even a thought. Your hair,” I replied. “What’s yours?” “It used to be green for earth, living, rebirth, but lately, I have found myself captivated by deep blue,” her eyes trained on mine. “Oh, and has this deep blue caused you to do anything impulsively?”

It was like you were laying in snow. "No sweetheart. Only nobles have different colored hair. They get it from me. I am the original vampire. Nobles are only born if a human is turned by a noble, or is born by two nobles. For you to be born with this hair means you have a noble vampire in your bloodline. That you had dhampir ancestors that kept mating with a human til the vampire blood was completely gone." She brought her head closer to my neck. I wanted to run, but my will to move was gone.

I winked, running a hand over my curls before throwing up the doors to the 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 I started pulling clothes off hangers. “Oh, I don’t. This is natural. Like how André has that blue streak, I have red streaks. 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.” I huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of the bed.

“Why… Why is my hair this color?” I grabbed the white strand, seemingly the only one among the rest of my brown hair, and I pulled it hard enough to make my scalp hurt, unable to believe that it was actually stuck to my head “How did this happen?” “You’ve always had it.” Garrett laughed “When you were born, you had this white curl on your head. We thought you’d inherit your mother’s hair, but everything else grew brown.” There was a lot of nostalgia in his words, but I was too shocked to pay attention.