Novel & Cerita Ross Lynch Dark Hair

“Brace yourself, he has very dark energy about him.” My Delta and I stared at the dark area within the trees, waiting for the Lycan to leave. I can’t even wrap my head around how another Lycan existed. “Show yourself!” A light sigh left his lips then his eyes glowed from the dark area, they were light orange. He sped from the dark area towards us, standing under the moon. His gray eyes dived into mine, they were soulless. He had long blonde hair that looked like a wig, only because it was thick as well. He was beautiful and young.

And he knew that he would have to be careful, lest his true nature be discovered by those who would seek to harm him. Lyall was a striking young man, with a rugged handsomeness that belied his humble upbringing. His eyes were a deep, piercing blue, like the night sky on a clear summer evening. They seemed to gleam with an inner light, as if the moon itself had taken up residence in his gaze. His hair was a rich, dark brown, with hints of auburn that seemed to dance in the sunlight. It was messy and unkempt, as if he had just rolled out of bed, but somehow it only added to his rugged charm.

In other words, "Lanaya, feel free to have a peek if you're interested." She accepted the phone from him warily. The woman was laughing, and Lanaya had never seen greener eyes. Instead of brown, as she had assumed, her hair was a rainbow of colors, ranging from copper to deep chocolate. Her hair was mostly black, but a streak of white blonde would emerge every once in a while. Her caramel-colored complexion reflected the inner light that made her look radiant.

Except the sight of her melts the ice right as it’s about to form in my eyes. Lyra has red hair the deep unique shade of blood and eyes a light blue that almost sparkle, she’s pretty. She’s not just pretty, she’s exquisite. She’s much more beautiful than the other one my brother is currently screwing… I don’t know why he would want to cheat on her. Indulging myself and teasing her a bit, I raise my hand, twining a lock of her hair between my fingers as I move them away from her face. I pinch her chin lightly as I ask, “Why do you want to have sex with me, Lyra?”

My sassy little hellcat looks less ferocious and maybe I can relax a little if she simmers a bit. Dark hair and dark looks, glancing up from across the table and I try not to watch her too intensely as she starts eating her food. I miss her natural blonde, but this is growing on me. She could pull any hair color off, she has a face that could even pull off a shaved head.

Not a happy killer. To avoid being noticed, we left, heading back through the throngs of drunk vacationers to the parking garage. “What do we do now?” I asked as I tossed my hair up into a ponytail. It was hot out that day, even in the black of night. Six frowned at me. “We need to touch up your hair.” It had been two months since he bleached my strawberry-blonde-turned-brunette hair to platinum blonde. With my hair back, my roots showed that much more.

Icran began charging towards the men, ready to destroy them. Before he grabbed their attention, the man twirling Rhae's hair pulled it to make her look at him and spoke in a harsh voice, "I wish you were blonde, baby. I like blondes." Rhae's bright smile immediately darkened. He could see the anger bubbling inside her as she looked at her hair in the man's hand.

I smiled back at him, if only Sheila were as pretty as my Kayla the veil did no justice to her face, but then we have no other option than to try our best and be as discreet and careful as we could. "But then, you shouldn't be offended, I've never seen Luna Kayla, so that doesn't mean I've seen all the Lunas of alphas in all wolf kingdoms, but then, her ginger black hair is something else," Derek voiced out, obviously taken by the color of her hair, If only he knew shed dyed her hair into that color before we came to Ravenclaw. "Her hair sure is a wonder," I agreed.

Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest. Lyra, perched atop a rocky outcrop, surveyed the scene with unwavering resolve. Her silver hair, usually a cascade of shimmering beauty, was now bound tightly in a practical braid, the silver glinting like a warrior’s crown. Beside her, her second-in-command, a grizzled ShadowClan veteran named Rhys, stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his curved blade. Their faces were grim, etched with the weight of the impending battle, but their eyes burned with a fierce determination.

Once we were out of the woods, the moon glowed brighter and I was finally able to see the two men properly. They were both tall, I would say exactly six foot tall. I was staring up at them and I had to strain my neck a little too much. Also, they were both extraordinarily handsome. The one who I assumed was Linus had his charcoal black hair jelled back in a smooth style. His face was a scowl like he was displeased at the world, and his skin was just like the color of the moon. Too pale to be normal. Lysander was also very handsome. Even more handsome than Linus. His black hair was long and fell a little past his shoulder. His face was warm and kind and his skin was also very pale.