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Not to forget her fangs. As for nova, Nova was a striking figure with her dark brown skin and jet black hair. She was tall and athletic, with a strong and powerful build. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing her sharp, angular features. Her eyes were a deep brown, and they sparkled with a hint of mischief. She was a werewolf, and her animalistic instincts were always present in the way she moved and spoke. She was confident, charismatic, and always ready for adventure. She was fiercely loyal to her pack and would stop at nothing to protect them.

She was acting a bit weird this morning but seeing this note calmed my nerves. "Sir Kevan of the Art department?" I looked up to find beautiful pale blue eyes staring down at me. I had never seen such beautiful hair that was not Nara's. Nara's was strange but this was not. Blonde hair was rare in Avalor and only the royal family had blondes in them. It looked so silky and I just wanted to touch it. Like every other,she was in her uniform but they did little to hide the curves beneath the gown. On her neck there was a gold necklace,whose pendant rested on her bosoms perfectly. She had a rare kind of beauty and her scent was as beautiful. Roses with a hint of vanilla. Her lips twitched slightl

"Did you ever have white hair with long braids?" Nix nodded. "Yes. A very long time ago." She shuddered as the hair on her head went from a nice, boring brown to the bleached white tones of both Scarlet and Atlas. Long skinny braids ran from her temples up into a high knot at the top of her head. A thicker braid rose up from the middle of her forehead and joined the top knot. Scarlet's eyes widened as her hand dropped away. "I've dreamt of you. You were there in my mind every time someone r - hurt me. You kept me safe. Kept me sane."

Nigel replied coldly, his eyes fixed on her. Delcy grew even more frantic. Draco strode over, his gaze icy and merciless. “A rotten woman like you would make a fine meal for my pets.” Delcy shook with terror. “P-please, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never bother Luna again. I—I—” She couldn’t finish her sentence before Draco grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “Ah!” Delcy whimpered in pain. Draco’s eyes blazed as he stared her down. “Death is too good for a greedy, conniving woman like you.”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

He wanted to repay Astrid’s kindness to Draco. “I don't know who brought me to the orphanage. But the head of the orphanage said he found me sleeping outside. From afar, he saw the shadow of a man with silver platinum hair. Is that Albus?" Astrid asked incredulously. “Yes, that's Albus. He does have platinum silver hair,” Draco said, nodding his head. “Either this is luck or misfortune. We don't want to judge it, and I hope you don't judge Albus's blessing either," said Lycus Lewis with a sigh.

"Nearly done... " But Draco slammed the speaker at his back before he even uttered the rest of his words. " What took you so long Calix?Did you find the ones issuing this order? " Draco demanded as the lad looked up at him with timid but big eyes. He was covered in steel, waist down like Draco was the first time she had clear view of him on that ground. The lad had fiery hair, reddish in hue very unlike Draco's white which was now short and cute. " Ah! Did I just think this Dragon was cute! " Liana hit herself in her head and winked hard trying to shake what was in her mind.

No blood. Her hair, which she remembered as tangled and sticky with sweat, lay neatly around her shoulders, long and silvery, spread like a waterfall across the pillows. Wait. Silvery? Luna’s hair was black. She grabbed a handful of it and stared, breath trembling. The strands sparkled faintly like moonlight caught in ice. “This isn’t mine,“ she whispered. “This isn’t me.” “I wouldn’t move too quickly, Princess Alessia.” The sudden voice made her gasp.

Even after days of torture, the silver strands didn't fade away, raising a hint that they were not a DIY but her real hair. With her fiery personality, it suits her the best. Phoenix really describes her perfectly. His precious Phoenix... But, was it possible? Growing an entire silver side in just a few days? Nicholas couldn't help suppressing his curiosity anymore and his jand slowly raised to touch her hair, yet stopped reluctantly with Dave's presence behind, "Alpha..." Lowering his hand, Nicholas stood up. Evolving her features once again for his console, he walked out quiescently, leaving a nurse beside her bed.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.