Meliodas Hair Novels & Stories

Quin whispers, and immediately, the atmosphere in the room changes. The aura is of Royal descent, and I know it's the moon goddess who has taken over. "Thank you," she replies, and just like that, the aura, diminishes, and Quin is back. "Is that who I think it is?" Ares asks. "Yes, I think it was," I comment. I then notice something different. Quin's hair is a different color shade. It was platinum, but now it's black, and I mean full hair black with just strands of platinum. What the heck happened whilst she was away?

These eyes, vibrant and expressive, gave glimpses into the depths of his soul — a soul that was a fascinating mix of fierce loyalty, compassionate leadership, playful mischief, and profound wisdom. Upon closer inspection, subtle differences in their appearances became more evident. Silas's complexion was a tad fairer than Shade’s, reminiscent of sand on a sunlit beach. The sun, with its golden fingers, often brushed his skin, imparting a radiant, golden tint that gleamed especially when the light caught it just right. Crowning his head was a thick, rambunctious mane of deep black hair, which frequently spilled over his forehead in a disarrayed fashion. These unruly locks occasionally obscure

A muffled yell in the air and Pegasus waved her mane in the air again, as if instructing her to do something urgently. She wasn’t sure whose memory it was that she saw but following her instincts, she reached up and pulled her band, allowing her hair to cascade over her shoulder. “No!!!” She heard Zeldaurus yell from behind her as her hair streamed down and it was the most natural thing in the world for her hair to connect with Pegasus’ mane and- Her back arched as if she was shot through with a great shock and behind her closed lids, she saw herself.