Sif's Golden Hair Novels & Stories

As I walked towards the Immigration office, naturally a lot of people recognized me at once. After all, my Sliver hair is stands out a lot, as well as my uniforms, it was safe to say that in Aeternum there is no one that is even close to me when it comes to my image, styles and appearance, Yggdrasil were the only one that actually inherited my Silver Hair. Recently I come to encounter a very interesting story, that now a silver hair in Aeternum is become a symbol of royalty, and those that happened to have it were well respected, it even comes to a point where no one dares to even style the silver hair, in fears of offending Aeternums citizens and fear of being labeled an impostor. Also to t

He chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head, enveloping her in his arms before he suddenly pulled back and held her at arm’s length, his eyebrows furrowed as Sofia looked up at him with wide eyes. “What?” “Your hair,” He blinked, recalling how a year ago it had been a fiery red and down to her chin, but now that he was looking at her again, they were golden. “What happened to your hair?” “Oh!” Sofia touched a stray strand that escaped from her top knot. “I’m a natural blonde. I had dyed them red because in America everyone held the dumb blonde stereotype against me, so I dyed them into a color that made me look…well…fierce. But then the color faded into this disgusting orange and I

oh God I have forgotten that she likes Golden because she have been looking for a girl that will not treat me as a star but as a human being as she put it , what do I do now I need to escape she opened her mouth and screamed " Damon John Mason!!!!!!!!" fucking hell

~Rory~ “Is something wrong?” I asked, growing conscious of the way everyone was gazing at me. I sat up straight, pushing a lock of my golden hair out of my face. I froze, twirling a few more locks so I could scrutinize it. I was struck dumb when I realized I didn’t see things the wrong way. Indeed, my hair was gold. Frantic, heart pounding in my chest, I took a few more strands. They were golden, like the streak of the sun passing through the mountain pass at the crack of dawn.

Causing the soldiers to make a hasty retreat out of the mountain. No one was left except for Blake and Sylvia when her hair began to lift, and so did she; the most unusual thing was that she began to glow with a golden hue, and her hair changed into a golden color from her natural state. This was all too weird and unusual for Blake. What was happening to Sylvia? Is she becoming Super Sayan?”

I rush over to her like a woman possessed. My eyes probably look wild and instinctively unhinged. I'm not even sure what face I'm making, but judging by the way Sienna's smile falters, it's not a confident one. I grab her shoulders. Spin her toward the light. Stare. Her hair. Her beautiful, luscious, I-would-kill-for-this-hair hair. It's gone.

One had golden blond hair that caught the light like fire, one had fiery auburn locks swept back, one had raven black strands that fell sharp over his forehead, and the last had copper red waves that looked almost soft. Was this real? Or some twisted dream I couldn’t escape? “So,” one said with a nasty smirk, “sucking up to Alpha Harlan wasn’t enough? Now you want the rest of us to line up?” My heart broke more. I opened my mouth, but nothing came. What could I say? They’d twist it anyway. Tears kept falling, soaking my collar, but I couldn’t stop them. The one with the golden blond hair stepped closer. “You deaf? Answer me.”

The man glows. His hair is long, golden, and radiant, as if it has absorbed the light of countless stars. It flows with the breeze, shimmering and shifting in the sunlight like something out of a dream. But it’s his eyes that captivate me the most—golden, not amber. Pure gold, glowing with an intensity that feels almost too bright to look at. He doesn’t belong here; he doesn’t belong anywhere I can name. There’s something otherworldly about him, something so achingly familiar that my chest tightens with a strange sense of déjà vu.

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

And on the throne, Sigrid. Her white hair was clean now, braided with silver threads that caught the blue firelight. Her eyes were bright gold, but not the warm gold of the bond—a colder gold, a hungrier gold, the gold of a wolf who had been hollowed out and filled with something else. She wore a crown of black iron that pulsed with dark light, and her smile was wide, sharp, triumphant. "I knew you would come," she said. Her voice echoed in the vast hall, bouncing off the bone-covered walls. "The watchers said the hybrid's mate was stubborn. They were right."