Miles Morales Prowler Braids Novels & Stories

It felt real. Maybe they were rogues? Rogues are wolves without a pack. Banished or exiled and forced to live alone. But rogues aren’t usually that strong. These wolves were fast. And terrifying. "Rhea, what do you think of Vira's braids?" Mom snapped me back to the present. I looked at Vira's honey-colored hair. Mom had done a lace braid ponytail. "It’s neat, I guess. But why does it matter? You’ll probably mess it up in the training ground."

Thank God there were no traffic cops in Bridger National Forest at least! As I walked into Valley Market, cart at the ready, I noticed a striking young woman in the produce section. She had long blonde hair sporting the most intricate braids I had ever seen, as well as silver and leather jewelry surrounding her neck and both wrists. A beautiful, swirling black tattoo ringed one lean, toned bicep. She looked like some modern-day Viking shield maiden.

It took him hours but he got there in the end and the result was a stark contrast to his first attempt. "You can officially add braiding to the extensive list of things you are good at," I said looking in the mirror at the perfection he had created. Soon enough I was dragged out of my dream by my body finally deciding to regain consciousness. I slowly sat up from the hard floor with all parts of me in pain. I held my throbbing head in my hands and tried to ignore the fact that every muscle in my entire body aching like they were filled with poison- which they were. "Fucking wolfsbane can go to fucking hell."

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.

Beyond the glass doors, the wind carried an icy edge that hinted snow would soon fall. “What would you like today?” Zara was asked by Miriam, the owner of the salon. Miriam was plump and chocolate-skinned. She wore dark pencil lining on her lips and a short brown wig. Her black T-shirt had the inscription I ❤️ Florida printed boldly across it. “I want braids,” Zara replied. “Long ones… and make the tips curly.” “Alright. What color?” “Gold.” “Gold it is.” Miriam nodded and waved one of the girls over. “Tasha, take care of her.”

"Not a chance. We’ll be right here. Moral support, remember?" As Kayla settled into the wide leather chair, the stylist—who introduced herself as Mia—ran her fingers gently through Kayla’s hair, tutting softly under her breath. "You’ve got beautiful hair, honey," Mia said warmly. "We’ll have you looking even more gorgeous in no time. What were you thinking?" Kayla thought for a moment. "Cornrow braids," she said finally, her fingers twitching with nervous excitement. "Something like this." Kayla showed her a picture she had saved in her P*******t board.

An hour later, Olivia walked into Moss’ office. She could see that the atmosphere was really tense. Apart from Hansel there were three other agents in presence. Olivia immediately recognized the two agents sitting opposite to Moss. One of them was agent Kai sparrow, a 16-year-old Native American warlock. He was a tall guy with dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. Although he was notorious for his arrogance, Olivia felt that he was very capable. The other one was Skin Walker. He was a shapeshifter and Olivia didn’t know much about him. He was around 17. He had the appearance of a typical rebel at high school. She didn’t however recognize the women sitting on the right. She was petite and had lo