Shield Maiden Hair Novels & Stories

She was blue and scaly in a way that reminded me of a mermaid, but instead of a fishtail, she had a tail reminiscent of a snake's. Long, slippery looking, and tapering down to a thin point. It coiled around her petite form as she continued to lament, pushing haggard locks of her red hair away from her ethereally beautiful face. She tucked another lock behind her ear then paused, staring down at her hair glumly. "Just take look at my hair, only the commoners in the kingdom had hair like this. If Imogen could see me now..." She stopped and seemed to instantly suck herself away from an impending gloom, then she focused on me steadily. "And what about you, er..."

She tried to stay in the moment by listening to the maids talk quietly under their breath about how sucky her hair is, and such an unusual color. It was that thought she latched onto the fact that her hair was auburn color strange I’m on the gods and goddesses. Most of the others had blondish white hair as pale as moonlight, or hair as gold as the sun Or black as midnight. Hair like hers was rare among mortals but it was almost are unheard of among the gods. She was pondering this when she looked in the mirror and realize that the maids had finished they had bound her hair up in a series of intricate braids that suited her and left a lot of hair flowing down her back.

The sleeveless design showcases her graceful arms, each movement exuding a sense of poise and grace. Her hair, styled in loose, cascading waves, frames her face in a way that accentuates her features. The curls fall effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders, their gentle bounce adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. A delicate silver hairpin, adorned with intricate crystals, is tucked into her hair, adding a subtle sparkle that catches the light.

They seemed both magnificent and threatening, but if you looked closely you could see nothing but the purest spirit behind them. Shaylin really did change a lot as she grew, physically at least. Her once mousy brown hair with soft waves only on its ends had lightened to a soft murky blond color with now playful waves through its entire length, and long it was. Jackson could swear the girl did not have a proper haircut in a very long time as her hair now reached her lower back. It looked beautiful alright, but wild. The time she spent out in the sun training with her warriors gave Shay’s hair natural highlights in a honey tone, infusing it with volume and playfulness. Her face thinned out to

Add a goddess too. Her hair was dyed white with pastel pink highlights and china pink at the tips of her long, sleek, and straight hair that was cut into a Hime cut. I don't know but the color and the hairstyle topped her angelic feature and I'm sure she knew that before she started wearing it. Her face was bare of makeup but God, she still looked like a goddess. Honestly, she was more beautiful than the other one, even if they looked alike. Serenity waved at me and signaled that I should join her. Jewels laughed and waved too. That drew everyone's attention to me. "Good morning," I greeted, shyly avoiding looking them in the eyes.

Her features were exceptionally beautiful, and her appearance was fresh and youthful. Her delicate chin and slender, cherry-like lips were particularly attractive. Her jet-black hair was tied up in a simple celestial bun. She was petite yet curvaceous, and her blue and white sword sect attire was adorned with a faint pink lotus embroidery on the cuffs, surrounded by silver thread clouds. She had a small pink sachet hanging at her waist, and she wore deer-skin boots with tiny bells, producing a pleasant tinkling sound as she walked. Her lively eyes gleamed with intelligence, mischief, and charm, making anyone who saw her feel drawn to her.

Well, nobody was, I think with a grimace. I’m now standing only a couple of feet away from her. She’s lying on her side, her face turned away from me. It is her. There’s no mistaking her identity, not with the unique color of her hair. It is tied in a single, disheveled braid and falls down her back. The very end of it sinuously curves around her slender waist. It is silver, and even shines like the metal when polished to perfection. I swallow as I close my eyes and rub a hand over them, as if the very action might turn her into somebody else, anybody else when I open them again. But of course, nothing changes.

Her body hidden by his; all that can be seen of her is a shock of carrot-orange hair. ".... Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, and her name was Shelley. And Princess Shelley wasn't like all the other ordinary princesses. All the ordinary princesses had hair that was blond or brown or black...." The little girl pipes up, in a way that says she already knows the answer to her question. "What colour was Princess Shelley's hair?" Al replies. "Princess Shelley's hair was bright red and the ordinary princesses teased her about it. But that was only because they were jealous...."

He knew the amount of beauty that was hidden beneath that cloak. "You're right," Ophelia answered, after letting her eyes sway to the left. "And since when did you have silver hair? The last time I saw you, you were a redhead," Alpha Caden pointed out, although Ophelia still looked good like this. She was beautiful in everything. Ophelia rose to her feet and removed her wig immediately, showing him her growing hair, making the man narrowed his eyes as if he was thinking about something that had to do with her. He had never seen any woman with a short hair before.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?