Purple Hair Pokemon Trainer Novels & Stories

Harlow orders, bouncing in her seat. I do as I’m told, feeling the soft brush against my eyelids. “What color are we starting with?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Blue and purple!” she chirps happily. Of course. “So, like… war paint?” “Like a rainbow warrior!” I peek one eye open, catching my reflection in the mirror. “Princess, I look like I just got punched by a unicorn.” Harlow beams, nodding in approval. “Exactly!”

“That’s beautiful, actually. Like finding a part of yourself you didn’t know was missing.” I’d never thought of it that way, but she was right. My wolf had always been there, silent and distant, but now she felt like a companion. A partner. “The purple,” Tracy continued, her voice filled with wonder. “Is that normal? I mean, I don’t know much about shifters, but I’ve never heard of a purple wolf before.” “It’s rare.” I paused, a smile tugging at my lips. “But it looked pretty badass, right?”

All the uproar in the capital that exploded as soon as Harriet arrived was caused by a strange rumour. *** Arai Padparadscha was the eldest daughter of Padparadscha Duchy. She had pastel orange hair with a hint of pink, cut short and neatly like a man's haircut. The woman's skin was a sweet dark tone, like black honey, and her eyes were a deep red, almost brown when seen from afar.

I ordered everything that was on the list and added things that were missing, I noticed that most of the things were either black or white as if he doesn’t know that other colors too exist in the world. He must be having a dark and gloomy aura the one that the he is supposed to carry and it seems like he never saw a rainbow in his life. I wonder what he looks like what if he is too giant and muscular but who cares it’s his his business to mind, I have nothing to do with him.

She turned to the shopkepper and said, “Do you not have trews?” The shopkepper blinked, “What?” “Trews. Daks? Leggings? Trousers? Slacks?” The shopkepper smiled, “You must not be from here?” Violet cleared her throat, “How do you know that?” “Your accent is quite.. different. No Star clan indigenes sound like you, and.. your hair colour pretty much stand out, no one here has had purple hair for decades.” Violet shrugged. Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing.

I’m sorry your whole pack was punished for something your great grandfather did. If there was a way I could help undo this curse I would. I want to get to know you better, I wanna know everything. What is your favorite color? Mine is purple. I love strawberries and tending to the pack’s garden. I also love to paint, specifically with water colors.

I growled; I just wanted a straight answer. “Look at your fur, Eva.” Alaric answered with a chuckled. When I glanced down at my legs, I noticed that my once white fur was now lavender in color, amethyst. “Did you know about this Sapphire?” I asked her in surprise and the beautiful, but strange new color of our fur. I had never seen a purple wolf before. “No, but only because I’m as new to all of this as you are. We are learning together at this point Evangeline. Now, let’s kick Jackson and Ontarious’ asses.”

I’m blushing because our hands touched. “He looks like a strong pup. We’ll see how his training goes,” he stated, taking his hand back. “What color is he? I want to try and picture him.” I asked. “He’s gray and white bi-colored. His paws, legs, and belly are white, gray speckles along his sides becoming grey along his back, a white streak down from between his ears to the tip of his nose, and a white curly tail. His eyes are an amber-brown color.” Andy described. He is good at giving details.

I finished. Marie gasped. “Well, if the woman from your dream had purple eyes and your hair color with pink highlights her name is Laura-Beth Hebert.” I was stunned and sat there speechless.

Brice was standing next to my table, wearing a lavender shirt with a purple tie. I had noticed earlier that Starla’s dress was purple. I had absently wondered if that was the color I’d see if she was part of my pack. Raven’s eyes are violet, so I have a shade of purple already in the river, but the color Starla was wearing was different. It was the sort of purple one associates with royalty. And Brice, standing there looking at me expectantly, wearing a similar shade, looked more like a prince than I had ever seen him look like one before.