Shield Maiden Hair Novels & Stories

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

"You girls have never been shy before. You might as well go over and stand by your mates since you've already decided that you're staying with them." It didn't take the girls long to go to their corresponding mates, which was a huge help to identify them. Sharia, the air elemental, had light blue-violet colored hair, which really made Jordan's red hair stand out. Dhara, the earth elemental, had coal-black hair. I don't think it could get any darker. With Matthew's ash-colored hair, they really did make an attractive couple. Maya, who was the water elemental, and thus the next in line to be our princess, had dark navy blue hair. Of course, she was mated to Trenton. Out of the three warriors,

She screamed, rushing to the door when he grabbed her. "Will you stop Sheila, it's me, Princess Thalia." She threw the hood off her head as she dragged the hairpin that she had used to tie her hair in a bun, her curled moon shadow black hair flowing like the wave of the sea, as she took off her eye contact that carries the color black, now her Eden green eyes made her more outstanding, as she battered her long eyelashes, her flawless white skin came in full light, reflecting silver as she stand under the light. "Princess Thalia, did you find what you went looking for?" The curious omega Shelia asked. Thalia turned and looked at her.

Pulling out a jade hair clip from her own sliver hair and secure it in my black hair. "Close your eyes," she commanded.

That was hard to discern. Misa, the maiden, pushed open the door and entered. Her lustrous black hair was stylishly tied up with an intricate bun. On her head, she wore a translucent hairpin adorned with a flower, with a clear string hanging from it. Her face was fair, her lips delicate, and her smile gentle. Her facial features exuded intelligence and purity, devoid of the mundane world's impurities. She exuded a tranquil and refined aura as she stood there, elegant and dignified.

Her laugh was like a song as expected of a siren. She climbed to the smooth floor and sat with a little difficulty. Her tail is heavy out of water. Currently, her siren form is as follows: A face bare of make up, enchanting silver eyes, tempting, full red lips, black fin-like ears, bluish grey long hair that starts to flutter without any wind once out of water, a sea shell bra, a transparent skirt studded with silver pearls at the waist and an obsidian black tail with gold spirals. Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored.

A middle-aged mage. And a towering military commander whose muscles resembled carved stone. The crowd murmured nervously. "They're enormous..." "They're monsters..." The Barbarian King laughed loudly. "Hyperion had better not disappoint me." Then— another announcement echoed across the arena. "Her Highness, Princess Kiara Hyperion!" Every head turned. Silence swept across the stadium. Kiara entered wearing a metallic ocean-blue cape gown that shimmered beneath the sunlight like the surface of the sea. Her hair was elegantly braided into a high bun, revealing delicate sapphire earrings that sparkled with every step.

By the time the maidens stepped back, pride gleamed in their expressions like artists surveying a finished masterpiece, and Lillia could barely recognise herself. Her silver hair had been swept up into an elegant coil at the nape of her neck, smooth and luminous, threaded with fine strands that glittered in the night light like frost. A few wisps had been left deliberately loose, softening the severity. It brushed against her temples and her cheek, beautifully, embellishing her already defined facial features.

Low, amused, rich with something that felt like sorrow and pride woven together. Adelaide turned. The Queen stood in the shallows. Water lapped around her ankles and caught the fire that lived beneath her skin. Veins of incandescent light traced her limbs, pulsing with each slow heartbeat. Her hair was a mane of burning red, not metaphorical, not an illusion—living flame shaped into cascading strands that spilled down her back and over her shoulders, each curl licking at the air without consuming it. Her eyes were molten too, like someone had poured liquid moonlight into them until they overflowed.

I smile at my mate as I take in her beautiful looks and watch to see when she understands what is happening. I have always thought that she did not carry herself like a farmer’s wife dressed in borrowed finery. Here, in my hall at the bottom of the World Sea, she has finally stepped into the role that she was always meant to occupy. My partner and queen, ruling over the waters surrounding Midgard Long chestnut-brown hair that falls nearly to her waist is partially gathered into intricate braids that are threaded with tiny silver ornaments. A delicate silver circlet rests across her brow, formed into curling patterns resembling sea serpents. Small blue stones accent the krúna upon her head.