Ross Lynch Dark Hair Novels & Stories

But who is this new lycan guarding my room? Based on his hair color, he is one of the combatant lycans. His black hair led me to believe that he is one of the dominant wolves because Lycans' hair in humanoid form is the same color as their fur. Well, even if he didn't show off his jet-black hair, his massive frame and tanned skin would be enough to lead someone to believe that he uses physical force. I kindly inquired, "Who are you?" I was hoping to change his animosity toward me.

The woman said once she took her mask off. Roosevelt’s beauty was stunning. Her black hair was slightly covering her face still. Rose didn’t get a good look before but now she noticed that there were streaks of red in Roosevelt’s hair. The sunlight from the side added more tone to her peach white skin while her red and black hair contrasted that. Other than her beauty, her identity was also stunning. “The Scarlett Witch… and my ancestor?” Rose almost could not believe it.

The two henchmen and the hunters at the bar gazed in amazement at Dante's strength. "You bastard!" One of the henchmen yelled. "That's enough," A sudden interruption broke the tension-filled air, and from the shadows emerged a woman, a vision of fierce beauty, a Lycan Huntress whose presence commands attention. With long, flowing black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall, she exuded an aura of mystique and danger as she walked in slow majestic strides toward Dante. Her obsidian locks were dark as the night itself, contrasting strikingly against her flawless alabaster complexion. The lights glimmered off her pale skin, enhancing the exotic allure that captivates all who dar

NYLA Cortia ran my fingers through my golden blood hair, she kept applying the dye till my hair reach the perfect color of lavender, the original color of the royal blood of Peralez. Although my father barely boast of his purple locs, and rather keeps his head bald, I had the liberty of being born with my mother's blond locs. As history prevails no matter who ever the Alpha of Peralez chose to marry the offsprings always possess lavender hair and deep set of purple eyes, this trait seemed to have skip me so I dye my hair and change my blue eyes to purple to fit in my mother's fantasy.

Lionel Have I turned into Maddox post-Michelle? Since when do I stand in the shower and jerk off? I'm not doing it, but I'm damn close to grabbing it. My sexual frustration is driving me insane. I rake a hand through my blonde hair. Is this the punishment for having been a man-whore? I found this gorgeous girl. Dark hair, innocent doe-eyes, and lush lips often curled up in a smile. Skin darker than mine, beautiful combined with her almost-black eyes—damn, I love those eyes.

The alpha has salt and pepper hair, and silvery-grey eyes, while the luna’s hair still has some raven-black strands mixed in with white. I take in a long breath and pray to the Moon for courage. It isn’t very often any pack will attempt to make a truce with another.

And to achieve this, he would have to be strong, like really really strong and fearless. They were called The Lynx Lynch because once they win over a Lynx, a wild cat-like animal with sharp fangs, sharp sense and with a violent nature. Runs faster than them, stronger than them, bigger than them, but not more intelligent. Once they win over a Lynx, they get possessed by the Lynx, so powerful as the Lynx, sharing the same energy and life essence, thus they become violent and all they have to do is fight, violently, thus, a Lynx Lynch. That was the sacrifice they had to make, to cease being such a bright and peaceful Meiv!.

she said all in one breath. Fracture handed her a plate of food. Everything tasted quite good. It was all well-seasoned. Cory looked around the campfire. Lynx was possibly the only one as quiet as she was. He seemed about a year or two older than her, perhaps nineteen or twenty, the youngest of the wolves with the exception of Hayden. The expert in stealth was lean but muscled with olive skin and shoulder-length wavy black hair. His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions.

She tried to explain but no one wanted to listen to her. “Knees to the ground!” Lin’s breath was shaky as she knelt on the hard ground and kept her hands raised in the air. “I’m a Boyce,” She cried under her breath as her eyes got teary. “Hold it!” A female’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention. Lin’s eyes flew in the direction of the voice and she saw that it was a lady with bright blonde hair. The lady looked familiar but as hard as she was trying to rack her brain to figure out who she was, Lin just could not.

I gave her a menu. "A Lemon Tart and a Matcha latte. Thank you." Lynede said to the waiter and couldn't wait to ask me, "What happened?" I paused and then questioned her, "I accidentally met a male with black hair in the bar. I mean, do you know who in our pack has black hair?" "Black hair? As far as I'm aware, Kloss and our new Alpha both have black hair, and..." "Oh my goodness, look who I met! My dear classmates!" We were rudely interrupted by Rhoda.