Naruto Has Snow White Hair Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jake’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down into the crystal blue eyes of his intended. They were the same colour as the water around a glacier, with a darker, almost violet ring in the center of them. He remembered her mother’s wolf, then looked at the thick, shinny white hair that was cascading over her slender shoulders and realized her eyes would be blue as ice water and her fur as white as snow. His wolf growled in appreciation. Jake didn’t realize he’d actually made a noise until Liana’s eyes widened and she stepped back in alarm.

Her eyes hovered around the vicinity, looking at the dead bodies sprawling on the ground. Hana then narrowed her eyes, before focusing her gaze to that two people. Those two people looked different from one another. One has a bronze skin and dark brown hair, yet possesses a fiery pair of eyes. He is a direct representation of dominance itself. Meanwhile the other one is whitish. A girl that represents solace and peace, like the colour of the blue sky.

Speaking of which, it was only a matter of time before Ryan comes back to beat the crap out of me like his father told him to. I take a few deep breaths and make myself go down the hall to wash up at the sink. I splash cold water on my face and look in the grungy mirror. Both of my eyes are pure violet now. The silver streaks are starting to take over my hair. It isn't like an old person's hair. It is silvery white that almost shimmers, even in the low light of the dungeon. So weird, there's no way I'm going to be able to get used to this new look.

And soon, people started to chatter like she hadn't just said something. Lena didn't seem moved by any of it. She stood confident and her white hair blew with the breeze. The white wolf. Her hair. Wait. Fuck! So she hadn't dyed it like we all thought? It was a thing common to white wolves for their hair color to transform to White. A characteristic anyone would have ignored but not me. I had read enough about them to know that she was saying the truth. She threw off her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Her cargo pants came next and people stopped talking as they watched her strip. Trevor's father seemed to be waiting for her to do something drastic.

If I reach out to touch her hair I can still feel its long silky strands, but the illusion is very convincing. “Okay, okay,” I say, turning towards her and smiling. “What do you want this time?” “Do it for real this time,” she replies, nodding eagerly. “Make it long and silvery, like a snow princess.” “Okay,” I agree, grinning back at her. The color is going to look amazing on her warm brown skin and against her icy white gown. So I raise my hands and say the incantation again and, when I feel the little tingle in my palms that tells me that it’s ready, I brush my hands quickly down her hair, keeping its normal shape and cut but simply asking the hair to turn a lustrous silver-white.

Chaos tried hard to get a hold of her and break her will. I walked into her room and felt her presence. It had grown during the night. We were obviously stronger at night. Her hair was starting to turn white. She was going to be so disappointed. She loved her multicolored hair. Eventually she would be able to learn to control her appearance and change it to what she desired at the time.

I pull out a big pink wool sweater and some wide white pants. My neck and collarbone still show a little bit, and my skin looks very white. I look like a pretty little forest fox from every side. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail so my neck is bare. Ronan does not like that look at all. He walks right over to me and pulls the hair tie out of my hair. "What are you doing, Ronan?" I ask with a soft voice. "It looks bad on you," he says. "I do not care," I say, reaching my hand out. "Give it back to me. My hair will get into the meat when I eat food."

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

I didn't bother to push it out of my head this time maybe they werent bad thoughts I was just told so, it was my mind spelling out my reality and it wasn't wrong. I was in the middle of crying when I saw a razor at the corner of the door, I stared at it for a moment debating if I should go for it or not. DYLAN “She even dyed her hair fucking black just to look like Snow White. How fucking stupid” Amelia laughed that was when it clicked to me why she looked very different “Have anyone ever seen a fat snow white?” she asked through the megaphone, even after Nova ran off Amelia still stood up there taunting her. I had

The crimson aura beneath my skin flared out of control, pulsing in jagged, unpredictable bursts that melted the snow drift around me into a pool of bubbling, steaming water. I dragged my shivering hands to my face, clutching at my head as a sharp, agonizing pressure flared at my scalp. “My hair…” I gasped through the agony, my sight blurring as I brought a lock of my own hair into view. The jet black strands I had carried my entire life, the color every Omega in the North Ridge had mocked, were changing. Starting from the roots, a brilliant, terrifying silver was eating through the black, traveling down the strands like a fuse lit on fire.