Narcissa Malfoy Hair Novels & Stories

Silver-white hair spilled out, falling loose around her face. I couldn't help but notice it. My brow rose. In the footage, she hadn’t looked like this, though the banquet night, she did. “The hair.” I couldn't help but mutter. “Velmora sorceresses are born with silver hair. Hybrids excluded. Unfortunately, I'm a different kind of hybrid, and I hate that I have it. I prefer dye.” She said, reading my look. “So a werewolf and a sorceress.” I tilted my head.

“Are you sure your hair isn’t enchanted? Because normal hair cannot be useful to them. For VC Franklin to blackmail Kennedy, then it means it’s very important,” I thought about it for a moment but it’s not possible that my hair is enchanted because of the kind of family I came from. But then, I think my hair has powers. I remember what happened with Yasmine and Yolanda in the bathroom. They got so hurt that Yasmine was in the hospital for a while. Plus, it grew overnight after it was cut Now I was even more confused about my hair. “Do hairs have powers?” I blurted out suddenly. “Why? You think yours does?”

It was nothing like my Lyra. My head swam as Xio stirred. He was demanding, needing. My eyes scanned the crowd of witches, searching, until I saw her. She was standing at the back of the group, nearly hidden by a taller witch. She was small and delicate, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her eyes where the color of Zircon. They immediately locked with mine, and a look of utter shock flashed across her face before she quickly looked away.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Vanessa decided on a natural makeup look and swept her hair up into a French twist. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. No matter how many times she saw herself with a head full of silver hair, it still managed to catch her off guard. She thought about the real weight of that silvery hair. It represented a monumental shift within her. The moment her magic awakened, the last remnants of her brown hair had vanished, along with her old life.

And that singular shade she owns is thanks to Katniss coaxing her into buying it on the noon of Katniss’s birthday. How did these people of different lifestyles end up together? Not just as roommates, but as friends too. Anyone might wonder. Okay that’s okay, Ariadne herself wonders that too. She spared one look at herself in the mirror and ran her hands through her hair. She was one of those lucky girls who were born and grew up owning slightly curly hair, but upon attaining adulthood, her hair gradually transformed into a more beautiful and wavy hair with full length.

High time to regain control. He saw her sad gaze when he opened his eyes. He looked where Angelina was looking and met Livia’s eyes, back in the hall. The duchess had loosened her hair messed up by Reive. She looked splendid. Her wavy hair went down to her hips and shimmered with a buckwheat honey color. The necromancer frowned and, gritting his teeth, drew Angelina’s attention to back to himself, “Little one, do you want me to entertain you?”

She's like the spring blossom, cold as the moon in the night sky, dignified yet irresistibly alluring. As if she did not want her hair to affect her movements, her long hair was braided into several strands, bent around the side of her neck, and cascaded down smoothly on her chest. The inky black hair and icy eyes made her look aloof and out of this world. Harvey looked at her quietly. He then recognized her as the person, Nicole, who had been discussed on the school forum lately. He came out of his daze and let out a gentle smile. "Hello, Nicole," he said, his tone of voice proud yet reserved.

A few strands of his hair escaped the bun he had gathered it into, falling over his face. Bones poked his cheeks as if he was gritting his teeth. The male had never smiled at all that she could remember. He was always detached. "Does he ever smile?" Isolde asked Draco, her eyes still pinned on Alfos. His eyes were glittering like hers now. His raven hair glowed under the candles and lanterns in the space. Why do they have the same type of hair and eye color? "He rarely does," Draco hummed, his eyes ghosting over Alfos. He watched him fiddle with the goblet in his hand.

she muttered to herself before striding out of her chambers with purpose. She wasn't surprised to see her cousin besides Vyr. Nasa was wearing a beautiful purple gown and her pink hair was let down, her smile widened as Nyxoria approached them. Nyxoria wasn’t surprised to see her cousin, Nasa, standing beside King Vyr as she approached. Nasa looked radiant in her flowing purple gown, her long pink hair cascading over her shoulders like silk. Her smile widened smugly, a clear indication she was about to make some snide remark.