Ron Weasley Long Hair Novels & Stories

How the hell could I be presented as a Luna to the Long Tooth pack looking like a damn troll toy? The she-wolves were busy in conversation, I had just gotten out of the shower. I bit my lip and sighed. “Do any of you guys have dark brown hair dye, do you think we’d have time to do it,” I asked. “Oh my god … yes I do. Would you really? Zach would love that. I mean I haven’t heard him say anything but come on girl you can’t really expect to be Luna and keep that mess,” she said, pointing at me.

Aurora World 3-05 Cassy was 17 years old, and in a few days she would finally turn 18, she had been looking forward to this day because although she attended an ordinary high school, her family was anything but ordinary. She was an only child and descended from the most powerful line of wizards that ever existed in Aurora, too bad her world was totally opposed to magic and they had to live day to day like all other mortals. She was 1.60m and slender, she had medium-length blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders and her eyes were as blue as the sky.

Oisin and Rowan were walking around me, both of them nodding their approval. “Let your hair down for just a minute.” Rowan said. On a good day my hair is wild, today it’s just a mess. It was wet this morning when I put it up in a messy bun, but apparently that was what Rowan was looking for. “Is your hair naturally wavy like this?” “With a little help, yeah. I twisted it up wet this morning.” I told her. “No veil, and your hair in long beach waves.” “Ooo…ooo…,” Adrie was bouncing again, sounding like a monkey this time. “Side sweep her hair over one ear and you could wear that antique comb with the emeralds you got for your sixteenth birthday. Do you still have it?”

Then she kneaded the oil into my head and clustered it into a low ponytail, bringing a few strands of hair to rest on either side of my face. “Now there you have it, an attention seeking hair,” she murmured as she moved away from me. I smiled at her through the mirror and after looking at me for a moment, the witch huffed and looked away. I smiled more. She was not the first person who seemed pissed about the color and length of my hair. It was obviously the best part of the Demon Lord’s royal dynasty. The silver and lengthy hair ran in the blood of all demon dynasties, which is why the children of demon Lords had their share of wild hairs. However, I did not think mine came from the dynasty

He was offering to fix my hair for me after all. "You know I actually prefer your hair when you let it down, it's long and pretty, so why not flaunt it?." "Do with it as you may Lance!." I said and handed him my hair brush. He pulled the ribbon I had used to hold the hair up in a ponytail and my hair let loose and went all the way down my back. My hair was pretty long, it was almost waist length plus I also had a fringe. The length still surprises me though because I thought only redheads and brunettes had such privilege.

|ELENA’S POV| I spent the last four days watching YouTube videos on how to bleach my hair by continuously testing it out on the wigs that I brought with me when I traveled down to Orion but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get it right so I ended up braiding my hair into a messy corn row, putting on a bald cap and trying to alter my hair color by installing one of my favorite blonde asymmetrical bob frontal wigs that I was going to use for Halloween.

Now he looked more like a certified wizard, with a few glowing brown lines on his neck. He gathered a ball of orange fire and placed it on his hair which immediately absorbed the fireball. Then something amazing happened. His hair grew longer and thicker. Then without warning, they munged at the king. "I see. You are a rare type of wizard too. Not bad." The lycan took out a long golden thorny whip from his spatial ring and flexed it before charging at the enraged prince whose hair had become his weapon. "Die, you scumbag. You don't deserve to marry her," the prince yelled as his hair attacked the opponent wildly.

Bren had gone a step further and actually given her a proper hairstyle. Ava’s long hair now fell down her back in layers, making it look much fuller and giving it movement. Her shaggy bangs had been cut into curtains that framed each side of her face, and still adequately covered her scar. Bren had curled her hair into chunky ringlets and pulled half of it up into a perky ponytail, while the rest flowed freely in russet waves.

Pharaoh nodded, “Alright, I’ll go with you. Don’t worry about my bald head. I can wear a wig. We can even pick one out together. Whatever style you think looks best, I’ll wear it.” Orion’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He remembered passing a wig shop with his parents, seeing all kinds of colors and styles. "Grandpa," he exclaimed, "can you wear a different hairstyle every day?"

At least the way she looked nervously over her shoulder made her look like she was sneaking…. In our wolf form, her scent was overpowering. I wasn’t sure if it was through Ronan’s eyes alone, but she looked different. Her hair was platinum and fell in long braids down her back and her skin was luminous, pale and perfect, almost as though she was glowing. “You knew where to find her?” I scolded Ronan. “No. I had a hunch my senses might lead us to her if you let me have control though. It was a gamble that appears to have paid off.” He admitted a little too much pride in his tone.