River Phoenix Long Hair Novels & Stories

River yelled, and before I could ask what was wrong, Ripley had already spoken. “I’m just washing their hair; I’m not torturing them like they act like I am.” She told me. Her voice changed to a kind one. “I’ve told you before, sweeties. If you want long princess hair, then you need to wash it often. If you don’t want to wash it as often, then you can always cut it short. It’s your hair. You can choose.” “You’d let them cut their hair?” I was surprised. Their hair is really cute.

Nyrielle and Elen sprint behind, and Seris, well, Lyss keeps pace, her form agile, silver-blonde hair plastered to her face. The ground slopes sharply, and we miscalculate. Rhea slips first. Her foot catches on a root, and she’s tumbling, her body vanishing into the chaos below. I don’t even think. I launch forward. “Rhea!” Lyss dives after her at the same time. But the river is faster. It surges between us like a beast with claws, dragging the both of them out of reach. I see flashes of silver wings and gold hair before they disappear under the flood.

Some clapped, as hope filled the air. It was at that moment I lifted my head slowly, ready to play the dutiful alpha and thank everyone for coming, but instead, I froze. Right across the square, standing just beyond the torches, and bathed in pale moonlight with white hair that was way longer now. It was flowing down his shoulders like some sort of silver waterfall. And those eyes. Those unforgettable, impossible... purple. I couldn't help but take in a sharp breath. River. Was this some sort of game? Was I becoming mad? Did tiredness and bad thoughts make one do that?

Her Olive skin tone complimented the golden highlight of her natural brunette wavy hair. "Close your mouth, pretty boy," she smirked devilishly as she lifted a finger and shut Dex's open mouth. "You don't want the night flies to camp in them, do you?" She giggled and walked away from him. Dex stood transfixed on a spot for ten seconds before he got back his senses. He shook his head to cast out the hypnotic spell that Phoenix placed on him before turning around to face her. She turned her head slightly backward and gave him a lopsided grin. "You're making this too easy for me, please lead the way."

How dare she ask Wyndy to kiss that no-good Chris? "I can't believe Raven, she's just trying to cause a rift between me and Austin, she is such a bully, with her stupid rainbow colored hair," Wyndy mumbles as we sit on another pair of stools at the bar since our previous seats were already taken. "I think we have to agree that her rainbow colored hair is iconic," I say with a smirk and she eyes me wearily. "Although not as iconic as your ginger colored wild curls," I add and she chuckles.

Alexander POV; River was leading the way to the main quarter on the first floor with the help of my men's directions. She walked with her head high and a stable heart rate which was interesting considering that she was a prisoner surrounded by at least ten strangers. Her curly hair covered all the way down her back. Jeans suited her well and framed her lower body hugging her curves.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

she chimed, a smile forming on her lips but it never reached her eyes like it usually would. "Hang in there, Mono. I love you," I encouraged, before stepping into a pair of black flip flops and making my way out of the room. As I walked down the stairs to the first floor of the pack house, I pulled the hair tie from around my wrist to tie up the unruly ginger curls that I called hair. I never straightened them because no matter how thick and annoying it would get, I feared that straightening my hair would take out it's natural curls forever. It didn't stop me from thinking my hair looked exactly like Merida's from the animated movie Brave.

Phoenix smiles at Jonathan, making him blush and nod. “That you did Phoenix,” he chuckles, sitting down next to me with her, letting her crawl into my lap and grab Gunnar’s hand. “You really like him, don’t you?” I question, looking up into Phoenix’s beautiful green eyes with her adorable round cheeks. Her hair is flaming red wild thick, and falls in waves down to her butt, gaining volume as it dries out.

"What?" Roxy sighs, her perfectly painted lips forming a pout. "I asked if we should sit in the Alpha box or mingle first." Her hand comes up to her neck, and her fingers play with the golden wolf-head pendant hanging there. My necklace. The one I gave her all those years ago by the river. "Whatever you want," I mutter, my attention already drifting back to the field. The evening breeze lifts strands of Rhea's hair, making them gleam like spun gold under the harsh arena lights. She is wearing fitted athletic wear tonight, black leggings that hug her curves and a blue top bearing the Snowfall Pack insignia.