Ross Lynch Dark Hair Novels & Stories

Hanes pulled out a pinch of the strands, studying them closely in the pale lighting. The strands glimmered as it caught the light, taking on the flame’s color but it’s true color was clear. “Silver hair,” Hanes concluded. “Don’t tell me the client has pink eyes as well?” None of his companions replied. He looked at the strands again, then placed them all back in the pouch. “The makings of a Lundren,” he murmured. “Indeed,” Arden said. “It’s too early to be certain, but such traits …”

They not only have strength, but they use their brain in a fight. “And since we know that you like the tall, dark, and handsome look, let’s give our guy dark hair,” she says. She’s right. My entire family has either my mother’s white-blond hair or my father’s sandy-blond hair. For me, I prefer the opposite – dark and dangerous. She continues working on the image in front of us, giving his face the chiseled features of an Alpha, with a dangerous look to his eyes. “There you go! That’s him. When we find the guy who looks like this, I’ll take him,” I say.

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.

Hidden behind a nest of vibrant red hair, dashed with grey just above the ears. With a frown, Nathan chooses to ignore Herb. Hunter Sloan: Damn. They really did a number on this broad. And she's a redhead too. I really hope they tan me when I die. He grimaces, and Nathan whirls on him with a frown that could melt titanium. Nathan Moya: Aren't you supposed to be questioning witnesses? Hunter shoots him a flushed gaze. Hunter Sloan: Hey, isn't she the broad that came in complaining about that Lucious guy the other day?

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

The next introduced, he had light blonde hair and eyes the colour of robins eggs, a shade lighter than Renley’s. “I’m Ronan, Luna and it's nice to finally have you here with the pack. We’re all excited that the Alpha has finally found his mate.” Ronan had almost white blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. While they all looked alike they had enough similarities to be able to keep them apart.

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.

Marc and I immediately noticed the way their attention was fixed on Lucienne. Both men were striking in appearance. Ryan, with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, carried himself with quiet authority, while Lochlan, with his silver-streaked hair and easy smirk, exuded a magnetic charm that made him difficult to ignore. Their confidence was palpable, but it was their reaction to Lucienne that made my jaw tighten.

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

He asked Saiora. His hair was as dark as a Raven's feathers and his eyes were the dimmest shade of brown. One could easily confuse his eye color for a charcoal hue. He had a natural chill energy to him that would definitely make him likable amongst the masses. Lachlan also had a seductive demeanor and gaze that could make anyone crumble. His short nails were painted black but the polish was chipped which was an indication of time passing since he first retouched his nails.