Margaery Hair Novels & Stories

I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Her transformation happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't tell where Magma ended, and her dragon began. After a light started to glow from her as she grew there is now a giant dragon in her place. She is the scarlet red color of the streaks in her hair. Around her face I can see patches of black that spread into all the black spikes down her back.

Meanwhile, Harriet's skin had pale undertones, almost transparent, and her entire body couldn't stand the bright sunlight from the sky reflecting off the white snow. “Do you have Siren's blood running in your body? Sirens' hair is usually dark blue and purplish," said one of the maids. Harriet smiled at the question. "I'm not sure either," said Harriet quietly. “Or perhaps you are related by blood with members of the Mercury Kingdom, Madam. They are famous for their silver or bluish hair," said another maid.

The result is, that nothing is collected. Sarah pulled my hair. No. She pulled my wig. With one tug, she took off my wig. Then she threw it aside. Sarah grimaced. “Why did you hide your beautiful hair color with such dull hair? I barely recognized you." "Where's Merri?!" I screamed. “Damn it, you're still asking for your maid? Just worry about yourself.” Sarah grabbed my hair, then her face came closer. “You should just stay dead. Why are you even crawling around here?! Why do you keep disturbing my life?! Because of you, my life has become such a mess! Your fate is to die for me, so why can't you do something that easy-”

a scrawny voice called from the direction of the hallway. In no time I could hear the familiar footsteps of tiny feet before Margie appeared with a dust brush in her hands, wiping her hands on her apron, that fitted snuggly around her chubby body. She paused in front of us, looking up, pushing her grey locks from her face with a slight huff. Standing straight yet still the shortest in the room as her expectant gaze trailed from Chris' to mine, lifting her grey sprinkled eyebrows, awaiting explanation for the call. "Margarita!" I called getting up, as I engulfed her in a hug, Chris close behind,

Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very similar to Kira’s without the honey color surrounding his pupils. My red hair is also a mystery, but we do have a strong Irish heritage on mom's side, so there is that. On the other hand, Margot's silver streak is really weird because another lock of her hair turned silver after I "accidentally" cut it when we were little. She had tried to cut the unusual streak out of her hair, but it always grew back silver. None of us has ever tried cutting our hair after that, afraid it might all turn silver. Just as I had finished brushing my teeth, the sound of our pups jumping on my bed pulled me out of the haze of thoughts I had fallen into.

I added, rolling my eyes. Charlotte sighs as she holds my hand firmly, reassuring me with that loving smile of hers. "Don't worry. He can't stay hidden for long," she says. "That's exactly why I'm worried, baby," I fixed the strand of her silky hair unto her ear, "He could appear anytime." I sigh once again, as I gathered up my courage to say, "And to top it off, another Mafia Gang has been acting again." I pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand.

Eren at the far end of the table, while Margaery was seated at the end opposite him. Her dark eyes fell on me, not leaving my face as I took a seat nearest to Eren. She had this dark and domineering aura around her. It was scary, she looked scary like a dark evil Queen. She had red auburn hair, just like her daughter and an aura that radiated power. 'Don't worry about that Allyssa. You just need to keep my head low and survive this dinner.’ I said to myself. “Eren, you didn't tell me you had a guest around.” Margaery said, taking a slow bite.

Margret shook her head and asked, "Stones, could you do me a favour?" Stones was taken aback by Margret's unexpected request, but he composed himself and sat up straight, ready to listen. "I am at your service, Madam. Please tell me what you need," he said with a serious tone. Margret hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "I need your help to acquire Charlie's hair," she said, looking a bit flustered. Stones looked puzzled at first, but Margret quickly explained her plan to surprise Charlie. She asked him to keep it a secret and promised to wait for him.

She’s the one bit of color in here, the white floors and white walls—and muted colors of Margo’s painting. My eyes trace over her hair. It seems lighter than the last time I saw her, but I’m wondering if maybe it’s just my eyes playing tricks on me. The first thing I notice after the possible change in color is that her hair looks tame for once. It isn’t in her face, and it isn’t messily knotted at the top of her head. It’s sleek and smooth. If I were any closer, I might be tempted to reach out and run my hand through the locks just to discover what they feel like.

That was her motto, what she lived by. She grew up to be a beautiful woman, but her hair never got darker. Normally, as the members of the Silver Wolf Clan grew, their hair got darker and darker due to the magnitude of their powers. It was just a way of showing that they were strong. The darker their hair, the more powerful they were. Fayre's hair was dark metallic silver, it was so dark due to her powers. Kael’s hair was darker. However, Sera’s hair remained the same light shade. It never changed. People began to speak about her and rumors started flying around. Not exactly rumors since they were what she had been doing.