Manga Hair Novels & Stories

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

I added. I for one, would definitely be at the mating moon ceremony. Yes, for Ike. I would like to see who his second chance mate. Or, fingers crossed, if he gets a second chance mate. Another wave of silence. I sighed mentally. "So, your hair? Were you born with it that way or it turned silver over time?" "I was born with it." "You really hate it, don't you?" The constant scarfed hair was all the answer I needed. Kora pursed her lips.

Or at least I'm content with it. And lastly, we come to my hair. I keep it long and wavy, and I don't do "bangs". It's mostly one layer that I just brush back over my shoulders (or wear up in a ponytail, or braids.) It's black. Not quite raven black, but definitely dark enough that it would never be mistaken for brown.

The faint memory of touching the rich ebony silk of his hair made her fingers itch to do it again. At once memories of the previous night - dream or not, hypnotic trance or not - sent a throbbing through her body. She wished she knew if it really happened. And if it did, what he was thinking now. His gaze was so riveting she found herself unable to move, lines from the book swirling in her brain. "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis."

Light blonde hair, blue eyes, 159cm, fit and slim body. Likes to practice and read online novels, wishes to become the strongest mafia boss.

[A perfect synchronization! Nozomi's heart pounded with anticipation for what was to come. As she made plans, she absentmindedly twirled the ends of her hair that drooped past her neck and shoulder. However, she was soon distracted by the strange sensation of touching her hair. She could not feel its texture. It was like air, light and weightless. Then, it hit her. Wasn’t Nozomi’s hair short? Like, pixie cut level of short? She shouldn’t be able to do this.

she complimented. Jucel had a cute face with her silver luscious hair reaching past her knees. But after the encounter with the Black Shaol, her hair became uneven, with some melted by the poison itself. Some of the strands reached her rear while some were left past her knees. And so, Marjien decided to make a full make over with Jucel's long hair.

God. My hair was wild. Not the cute, effortless kind of wild either. No, this was full-on crazy wild. My light brown strands were poking out in every direction like they'd been in a wind tunnel. I looked like someone who’d just fought frontline in a war and then passed out face-first into ditch. Or maybe just a girl who’d been thoroughly fucked.

His reaction was understandable because it was taboo for a female beastman to have shorter hair since it promotes masculinity, and no male would want a masculine female. "I need to look more like a male to be more convincing, and this hair is giving away my real gender," I said. "I can't wear my hood all the time, so I need to cut it to be sure." "Sorry, little sister, but I am not talented enough to cut your hair—I don't want to ruin your beautiful hair," my brother sighed with hesitation. "Though I dislike this idea, Dillon is better at those kinds of things since the Lion beastman's hair grows longer and thicker faster, so he is used to cutting his and his brothers' hair."

Neutral magic was just basic magic. Ouch. I looked up to see the Stylist yanking at my hair. I gave her a look that should've made her stop but it didn't. Why was she pulling at my hair so much. I tried to grab at my hair but she smacked my hand away. A laugh came from my side. I looked in the mirror at the Goddess who was laughing since the Stylist had my hair in a tight hold. The Goddess of destruction was getting her hair done and had a cruel smirk on her face.