Mihawk Hair Novels & Stories

His mismatched eyes caught the half-light in the room, flashing gold and green as he regarded the large tom. His mohawk of jet black hair was shorter than when King had fallen asleep, trimmed down to a less manic mess on top of his head. And it looked like there were dark blue and green highlights in it now. Or maybe it was just the light. But it was the ears that pricked forward, moving like a tom's naturally did rather than standing straight off the no-fur's head as they had been the night before. The healing magic he was using to recover from his various transitional surgeries seemed to be quite powerful.

Mia's POV The morning light caught the dust motes that danced in the air like tiny fairies. Madison sat cross-legged on my bed, her small back straight and patient while I worked a wide-tooth comb through her dark hair. I seem to have kept forgetting to mention this. Madison's natural hair color is black, not blonde. Victoria had dyed it before. "How would you like it today, sweetheart?" I asked, sectioning off a small strand to work through a tiny knot. "Braids? A ponytail? Or maybe something special?"

She smiles back. “So what do you think? Three braids? Two? One?” Maddie goes, and I open my mouth. “I think a -” “We’re already late.” Mykhol pulls Maddie's hand. “Don’t bother braiding her hair.” “Cousin?” I gasp up at him. “Why can’t I-“ Mykhol shakes his head before throwing a weird smile at me. His eyes fall over my loose hair. “Your hair looks nice and shiny today. Almost like it was polished silverware.” Mykhol goes and moves. He runs his fingers through some hair.

The woman cut in "You see Misha might not have been an ideal person, with her corrupt morals and selfish interests, but she also loved you and it was pure. If she had kissed you, she possibly would have kept you with her. You loved her in return and she knew that, and now that you have a new mate, I believe she's bloody aware and we all know she wouldn't share with Raven. Anyone but Raven" "What did she have against Raven?" "Do you know Raven's hair was originally white?" "What?" The woman nodded, now stirring it with a large spoon "You see, Misha was vain as a witch, and if there was anything she wanted that she didn't have, it was white hair" "Why?"

"They would have if I hadn't said the whole toys coming alive thing first." "Marcus, you are a mess." "But I'm a cute mess." "That you are." I look over at him and see him zoning out. I bump his shoulder with mine. "What's up with the jet black?" "The hair?" He runs his hands over his soft Mohawk. "Yep. I don't think I've ever seen you have a normal color hair before." "Yeah, well, I needed something different. Something a little less flashy." "Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with the super hot hairdresser you have to go see whenever you change it?"

He was wearing jeans and a cotton shirt, as per Mia, while I wore clothes made by my Omegas out of animal skin and plant fiber. She suggests cutting my hair. I have shoulder-length hair, and I’m used to it. It would have been longer if I was not stuck in an enchantment. Mia points to the men with short hair. She said it was clean-cut and it would suit me. “Nope! I’m keeping my hair,” I firmly said. Mia opted for my haircut but shaved my beard clean and tied my hair. After our short rendezvous, Mia went to school and couldn’t go with her. That is fine with me. I can come back after her school. I have to find my pack.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

Not only did she awaken Kit from his deep slumber, healing us alarmingly fast, but she nurtured a marked-to-death wild animal to recover, and her wounds seemed to heal incredibly fast. I heard rumors suggesting her origins from blessed human, through extraterrestrial mystical half-deity, to a gifted fairy. And looking at Mackenzie right now, I would say she’s a mixture of all these things. Her hair was always vivid red, but now, this intense color shimmered with various shades of fire, and her curls seemed to float in the air. ”Who are you?” I asked as my mind realized that staring at her might only make the situation worse. ”What do you mean, who am I? I am Mackenzie.” Annoyed, she stated,

“Don’t you dare leave! Wait for me until I come back, okay?” Dio had no choice but to nod in obedience. His sister wouldn’t let him go unless he gave in. Besides, there was no problem if he let his sister style his hair for him. After a few minutes, Mika came back with a comb and a pomade. She started putting pomade in his hair and combed it towards the side. She intentionally left a few strands dangle on his forehead saying that it was part of the style so he just went along with her.

Plus I knew where we were going; the general public was not allowed, and those that were there wanted their presence, and who they were with, to be kept secret. Li's hair is flat black, cut in a short pageboy leaving her neck exposed, it is simple and easy to care for. But for tonight I had a wig with hair that went to the shoulder blades in the mid-back and was shoulder length on sides. The wig was raven black with white roots and highlighted with green and purple accents. (I called them blobs of color, but what do I know.) On top it was teased for volume. When it was done Li said her head looked like a vulgar Japanese rock star, of ambiguous gender, rocking a degenerate take on the "classi