Naruto Has Snow White Hair Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

Rose my wolf said through our link making me smile. Rose came to me when I first shifted at 16. When she showed me what she looked like I was stunned. Maybe I'm a little biased because she is my wolf, but she is beautiful. She stands tall and proud; she is bigger than a normal size wolf. Her coat is solid white. I thought it was strange at first and she's never told me why she has pure white fur, but she was beautiful. No one has a solid white wolf like I do so it made us stand out. She's made me stronger in a way, pushed me to fight better and helped me when I felt insecure. She will forever be a part of me, but she can be a bitch most of the time. She is very protective and doesn't

“Don’t move.” The wolf lunged at her, and Snow lost her balance; she fell on the ice-covered lake and groaned in pain, her eyes widened as she spotted the wolf in the air, ready to pounce on her. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate, but nothing happened. She opened her left eye and gazed at the spot where the wolf was, but… The wolf snuggled Snow as she lay there on the floor, with fur as white as snow, the white wolf’s bluish eyes looking feminine and gazing at her.

I take a second to think, but no I had not we had been so occupied with getting to Sawyer and then getting him here I had not paid any attention to our fur at all. I shake my head and say "No, what colour is it?" "You are pure white, so white you could give snow a run for it's money." I thought that was weird I didn't have blond hair, I had assumed the fur would be the sae colour as the hair, so is that why he was looking at me weirdly because it is unusual to have different colour fur to hair? I look at the doctor and he seems puzzled but then looks up at my face again and he seems to compose himself a little.

I lifted the bowl to my lips and drank, not caring that it was too hot, not caring that it dripped down my chin. "Easy," he said. "There is more. You do not have to rush." I lowered the bowl. My hands were still shaking. A strand of hair had fallen across my face. I tucked it behind my ear and noticed, for the first time, that my hair was white. Not gray. Not blonde. White. Like snow. I stared at the strand between my fingers. "My hair...it's white." "It is the mark of your power," he said. "All White Witches have white hair."

Sabrina’s POV Nymeria had asked to talk, and Axel provided us with a room. I sat in a chair across her while whole Damon stood behind me, his prescence both unnerving and grounding. Axel had left to give us privacy. I couldn’t stop staring at Nymeria. She was like something carved out of snow impossibly beautiful, wrapped in an impeccably elegant aura. Her hair was white. Not pale blonde, not silver…pure white, like untouched frost. Even her lashes were white, the claok she wore was white as wellz

Roan screams in my head. She looks fucking amazing with her fur white as snow.

Not brown. White. Pure as snow, shimmering faintly in the dim morning light. My breath caught. My hands trembled as I grabbed more of it, staring in disbelief. “What… what happened to me?” I whispered. The dream’s voice echoed in my head: Do not resist the change. It will make you. --- The sight of my hair wouldn’t leave me. White, shimmering like frost under sunlight. Each strand was alien and yet—achingly familiar, as though it had always been waiting, buried deep inside me.

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.

DAMON’S POV I still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow. But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.