Short Spiky Black Hair Novels & Stories

"What the hell girl! Are you trying to give us all a heart attack, rather than coffee?!" The guy with pink dyed spiky hair shrieked, staring at her in bewilderment and anger. Emma thought that he would have looked handsome a bit if he hadn't decided to go power ranger on his hair. The other guy with short, but curly black hair, had a surprised but amazed look on his face. She wondered why he hadn't ordered for the rest, or perhaps call their attention earlier as she had stood there.

A clear voice chimed from behind me. I tilted my body to the side because the guy was so fucking huge that he blocked my whole view. My jaw almost hang in awe at the sight before me, the voice belonged to a skinny girl, she was small, in all honesty, like maybe, five foot four. Her hair was purple from top to bottom with occasional azure blue and pink highlights, it was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a black tattered crop tee that showed off her belly button that was a deep blue stone and a blue denim shorts, hanging low on her hips, showing the v line of her hips smoothly.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

"That is definitely a female, look at all that hair." Both men turned in their seats to look. Her hair had come undone during the fight and now covered her face and trailed down to the floor of the vehicle. It was a soft, shiny black that was straight as a pin until the last six or so inches, which had a kind of bouncy wave-like thing going on. "Turn around!" My order startled both of them, but they just laughed and did what I said.

It was obvious then that he was bigger than the others because he was supposed to be the Alpha, but now he's showing me what he's really capable of. What he's always been. What he was all along… Spiky black fur starts to sprout from his body, shiny and pointy like needles instead of hair. His nails are sharp and black, tapered to a deadly point that I know would hurt immediately upon contact. But the strangest thing about him apart from his blood red eyes is his teeth. They're all the same size, pointy and shaped more like triangular blades than actual teeth.

The male shifts, a tall and broad figure replacing his wolf. He has dark hair that falls in long waves down to his shoulders, slightly tousled away from his face in a middle part. His black shirt is cut directly down the middle in a wide V, reaching just below his sternum and showing off the hard muscles under the thin fabric. His skin is a shade darker than mine, a nice even tan that compliments his darker features, like his lashes and brows. The most striking thing about him is two piercings, twin black hoops that fit snugly over his full bottom lip.

“Not all men are abusive assholes. Don’t give up on the rest of us.” He had been so tender and gentle. Something that she was not expecting from a man like him. He was muscular like Reese, but several inches shorter and less bulky. His long black hair was shaved on the sides and braided down to his mid back. When he spoke with that deep baritone, you could vaguely glimpse a silver tongue piercing.

We are calling on the Storks with your song. Through the lopped-off leather top of his mask, I see that his black hair’s a mix of Mohawk and dreads, with the strip of hair in the middle hanging down in matted coils and the sides not shaven but cut short and dyed silver. I also see, through the shattered spectacles and enlarged eye holes of the mask, eyeliner that’s sharp to the point of being reptilian. Even the eyebrows are slanted and pointed upwards.

Her tailored black suit was immaculately pressed, with a fitted jacket and a pencil skirt that fell just above her knees. Her long, raven-black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing a sharp jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into those she met. Her features were chiselled, as if she had gone for a facial reconstruction, with high cheekbones and a small nose, giving her an air of elegance and refinement.