Meliodas Hair Novels & Stories

I could have mistaken him for Medusa with the manner in which his hair curled and twisted behind him; this time not snakes, but streaks of molten flames. A total contrast from Iris. Folktale had it that Valkyrie was banished from the clouds for practicing dark magic causing the world to live in chaos. Aemond writhed in pain next to me, his hair messy as he turned onto his side and coughed harshly. “Damn it,” he muttered quietly, cradling his sides. “What is he doing here?!” he growled

Even if he tried to struggle, it eventually wrapped him tight enough that he couldn’t even move a muscle. He was then hoisted up, hanged in mid-air. When I looked at him, I realized he had pretty white-silver hair, which the colour at the tail of his hair is transparent, and his eyes are emerald green— hold it, why does he look so familiar…? “RUMELIA!!! PUT ME DOWN— MPHH!!!?” …He yelled again. And I believe she’s yelling at the girl who did this to him. Obviously, any more pathetic struggle would have gained him more strings— a bundle of threads swirls and seals his mouth.

Rao told me what a bad idea that would be and how mad Madison would be if I burned myself to death. “Have you seen the new change in Drayce?” I laughed. “His hair turned white then green and gold. Every change makes Anders get more lovey, but makes Drayce whine. So now we got permanent gold dragon eyes, pointed ears, and green and gold hair. I guess the king doesn’t have a fully human form in dragons.”

Jude shook his head, making them laugh as they headed to the food court. Calypso watched her friends and could understand why she stood out from them. Besides being deadly gorgeous, they were also all dressed in dark clothing, which contrasted her light clothing. Caiaphas and Jude have black hair, while Christof has brown and Zen white. Cecelia has blonde hair, Lilia has maroon hair, Roxanna has dark brown hair and Vera has white hair like her mate. They’re all model worthy which made Calypso wonder why they would willingly take her in.

I grab my underwear and begin to get dressed. Once dressed, I sit at the vanity and take out my hair products and start to tame the lion’s mane. My mom’s hair had a natural wave to it. In long, thick, black, luscious tresses. She was stunning, like a goddess. With her golden flawless skin and piercing blue eyes.

"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 "

“Don’t do anything stupid. I used to be one of Ahbaya’s favorites. That bitch taught me fifteen different ways to kill a man with just my fingers.” I frowned. “Fine.” I was about to eat, but the man kept staring at me with his green bluish eyes. “What do you want?” “My name’s Meliodas Bluemoon.” He said. “Don’t worry, I won’t lay a finger on you. One scar on your pretty face means death for me. You’re Ahbaya’s pet after all. I'm not as dumb as those fools. I just want to teach her a lesson, not hurt someone like you.”

His onyx hair was braided back, and two swords were already strapped to his back. Mildred was dressed similarly, with two swords strapped to either hip. The only difference with her hair was that she ended her braided hair with golden clasps, a small form of defiance against our dress code. Or so she said, but I knew better than that. She kept doing it because, one time, my brother made it a point to tell her how they matched the colour of her dragon. She had always had a crush on him, and she did a shit job of hiding it too.

Though Fjall’s mother, Melissa, had taken care of him, provided all she could for him, the difference he shared with them was too loud to ignore. Their skin was white, almost like snow. Their hair was either light brown or chestnut brown, and their eyes were blue. Mordeu’s skin was tanned, his eyes were green, and his hair was deep black like the night. They couldn’t be more different, and it was probably this diversity that Melissa recognized that she had no choice but to tell Mordeu the secret. “I always thought that my real mother abandoned me because she was too poor to care for me, and I grew up to understand that, to forgive her for leaving me if taking care of me was too expensive.”

"Do you understand what Lord Mavros will do when he learns of this?" "We had her secured," Felag insisted, himself doubting his statement. Before Felag could respond, the crowd parted like water. Dark elves stepped aside, their expressions a mixture of deference and unease as a tall figure strode toward them. Lord Mavros Vex Maelis moved with the deliberate grace of a predator, his lilac hair elaborately braided in patterns that denoted his house status. His face, with its sharp angles and cold eyes, was set in an expression of aristocratic boredom that barely concealed the tension beneath. He was flanked by two dark elven guards whose hands rested casually on the hilts of curved daggers. Ba