Owari No Seraph Pink Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Unless the human in question had ties to the King himself. A mortal and the King? It sounded utterly ridiculous, yet I couldn't imagine any other reason why Seraphina would go through these lengths. I dug deeper into the chest and my fingers brushed against soft velvet. I pulled out a small pouch tucked beneath the stack of letters. I opened it, and a lock of hair spilled into my palm. Long, fiery red hair that shimmered in the lamplight like spun copper, like captured flame. It was strikingly similar to a certain hunter's hair.

her sharp blonde bob swaying as she weaved my hair. “Perfectly, thank you Etherly,” I stated, unwilling to divulge anything to the little blonde spy in the mirror. I sat like a regal queen, allowing her to truss up my hair in ever more extravagant styles. Today featured a platinum and emerald tiara, followed by large, heavy sapphire earrings. She unfurled a dress of deep purple and teal, /what a fine peacock we shall make/ Raya groaned as a sense of dread hit my stomach. Purple was Seraphine’s colour. This should be one of her dresses.

Since the witches returned to her body, Seraph was able to hog on her spiritual energy alone, letting her experience the joy of a spirit with a complete and concrete form. When Seraph raised her head back up, her features were seen and if someone saw them together, they would probably mistake them as sisters as they looked so much alike. Seraph was floating, exuding an orange light. Her long, flowy hair was also gently swaying as she hovered in the air. She looked like a free spirit, and this was true, because she and Amaryah were not equals yet. Seraph was waiting to be branded as she looked at Amaryah with expectant eyes, so Amaryah immediately began chanting.

Earis Seraphine sat on one of the jeeps with her legs crossed. She was dressed in a short black flare skirt and a net crop top. She had dyed her hair black and pulled it into two ponytails, like a teenager going through a gothic phase. It was quite disturbing to be honest. I guess I'm not the only one who's changed. “Long time no see, Earis Lockwood,” she said with a smirk on her lips. Her voice was lighter than I remembered, almost like she wasn't the same person.

I snapped my gaze over to see Seraphina leaning over the bed, her striking, ice-blue eyes wide and swimming with unshed tears. Yet, the sight of her sent another shockwave of confusion running straight through my groggy mind. A large portion of her midnight-black hair had turned completely silver-white, cascading over her shoulders like a shroud of winter frost. She looked pale, drained of the effortless, immortal vitality that she usually carried through every room she entered. "Dante? Seraphina?" I hoarsed out, my throat feeling dry and rough, like I had been swallowing sand for a century. "What happened to you both? Your hair... why do you look like this?"

Tania then releases me and looks at me as if examining me. "Girl, you have become gorgeous. Truly a princes's mate. I even like the color of your hair. Though I must admit that is a very bold move." We just laugh it off. I have no desire to explain that I did not dye my hair a hideous white color. I do not want to be explaining. "Hmph, it is not hideous. It's gorgeous little wolf." Seraphim huffs in my head and I am perturbed. So she likes my hair white huh?

I said. “Well, what if we have a game just for the finals?” Seraphina asked me. This morning, her long black hair is in a high ponytail, making her eyes shine even in the sun. She sat beside me, a note in her hand and questions in her eyes, eagerly giving me insights and being more awake than half her teammates. Her short black skirt exposed her thighs, and I glanced at them, remembering the last time I put my head between them. Her soft skin, her voice when she has a wild orgasm.

Small hands weakly grasp her breast, and the baby's lips finally find and latch onto Orchidid's nipple. Orchidid watches her for a moment, then turns to her Alphas. “Orchid and I need to talk,” explains Orchidid. "I'll introduce you to Seraph." One of her Alphas, the youngest with raven hair, stands and places a hand on her shoulder. His handsome face is tight with concern for his omega. Maybe it's because of his youth, but he reminds me of a dark version of Truk. Orchidid smiles serenely and places a calming hand against his marble statue chest.

Asher sarcastically said before his lips form a sneer. "Why are you irritated so early in the morning? Here. Wipe your sweat with it." Seraphine said before giving him a pack of tissue. Asher accepts it without a word and starts wiping his sweat. He also uses this chance to steal a few glances at Sera. She is wearing a black fitted tank top and a pair of skinny jeans that emphasize not only the sexy curve of her body but also her pinkish-white skin. Her long hair is tied in a high ponytail which makes it easier for Asher to see her evenly shaped neck.

I inadvertently murmured. Hearing my remark, Lefiya was genuinely surprised. "I-Ignorant…? Me…?" She murmured. "W-Why did you say so?" Surprisingly, Lefiya had two colours mixing around her hair now. One is orchid purple, and the other one is canary yellow. …I pretended that I saw nothing. "Hmm… so let me ask you a few questions, okay?" I murmured. "Okay…?" "Do you know who Kuroyuki Shiroha is?"