Novel & Cerita Naruto With Red Hair Fanfiction

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

the guard replies, clearly nervous. I roll my eyes. “You didn’t bother to ask?” “I... I didn’t think—” “Just describe them,” I cut him off impatiently. “One of them is... an omega with red hair and the other is a Gamma with dark hair.” My stomach twists at the mention of red hair. I know it's her and she followed me here to obviously ask about the bond... How desperate and pathetic...

No kindness. Nikolai Kenji Ivanshov. Alpha of the Thornmoon Pack. He took a step closer, and the light from the torch caught his face, turning his expression even more dark. If he recognised me at all, he did not show it. His gaze ran over me once, taking in my chained hands, my torn dress and then my hair. "You are human," he said. His voice was low, steady. "With red hair." His eyes narrowed slightly. "No human has red hair."

Takumo liked her soft beauty. Next stood Takiari. She had fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Her body was strong and curved. She held her head high. Her hips swayed when she walked. She looked ready to challenge him. Takumo smiled. He enjoyed wild spirits. Last was Aridoari. She had golden brown hair and soft brown eyes. She seemed shy. Her cheeks turned pink under his gaze. Her figure was delicate yet inviting. Small hands twisted together in front of her. Takumo felt heat rise in his chest. He wanted to teach her confidence.

RONAN’S POV Wren was sitting at the vanity when I came back into the room. She is working through her hair with a wide tooth comb and losing the battle with a knot somewhere near the ends. I watched her for a moment from the doorway. She hadn’t heard me come in or if she had, she was ignoring it with the focused energy of someone engaged in a private war. Her auburn hair fell past her shoulders in loose waves, catching the morning light coming through the curtains. I have always loved her hair. Deep red and brown and threads of something almost copper, depending on how the light moved.

I quickly take a shower and change. I put on a black and red tank top (to match my hair. Like Knox having blue tips in his silver hair, I end up having red streaks in my black hair. It's totally wicked! And believe it or not, we were born like that.) and a pair of cut offs and my sneakers. I run a brush through my hair and put it up in a sloppy pony. I'm not impressing anyone, and I really don't give a damn about what I look like this morning. I'm too freaking tired to care!

“It’s not a hair color you typically see south of the border. Maybe you have ancestors from the Northlands.” “I don’t.” I place the willow bark in the boy’s mouth, and he chews while looking up at me with bloodshot eyes. “My people believe those with red hair possess fire in their souls,” the alpha states. I shoot a glare over my shoulder. My mouth goes dry under the intensity of his gaze, and I swallow hard. “I don’t.” “Hmm.” I turn back to the trembling boy. “Stop your whining,” the alpha commands. A wild, angry feeling rises within me, and before I can control it, I find myself standing, spinning to confront him.

I woke up and its was past 2 am,I left the room to find something to eat, I stopped a particular picture in the hallway ,a woman with red hair,tbh she looked just like me,except a little older. I smiled as I realized why they wanted me to dye my hair and why they were paying all that money This family is fucked up…

"Seeing you with long hair, it still looks weird to me." "Strange?" I raised an eyebrow, and I opened my eyes, I glanced at her. "It's like a wuxia drama, you're just like a warrior." "You watch too much drama." I flicked her forehead, causing her to purse her lips forward. "You mean your real hair is gold?" "Hmm, yeah." I nodded my head, I started playing the harp lightly. Of course it was as light as the wind that hit the two of us. "If I remember, everything about you reeks of gold. Golden hair, golden harp, that rose too. But it's just that ..." She paused and touched the hem of my robe. "Why is it red?" I stopped playing my harp.

He didn’t particularly have a problem with it, he liked how he looked. ‘What does it matter, I look worse in my true form than this human one.’ “Perhaps that’s what you’re into? Considering that you were ogling at me for a while.” He smirked. “That- That’s because you have nice hair. It’s red. I haven’t seen anyone with hair as red as yours. I’m going to call you Red from now on.” He laughed humourlessly. “No.” “It’s too late. It has already been chosen.” “Okay, I’m serious this time. No.”