Sif's Golden Hair Novels & Stories

Even part of her face was hidden beneath the wrappings. What struck him most was her hair. Sia had always been proud of her beautiful, thick hair that fell in perfect waves. Now, it was gone, shaved off for the operation. Leon’s chest tightened at the thought of how upset she would be to see herself like this. He knew how much she loved her hair, and he hated that it was taken from her.

With the Lloyd family stepping in, she believed those men would not escape justice. Back at the lab, Sienna was in the shared break room watching the news when she suddenly heard footsteps. She turned her head, and the moment she saw who it was, she shot to her feet in shock. “Felix!” She rushed over the next second. “What happened to your hair?” How had it turned completely white overnight? As she reached up to touch it, Felix caught her wrist. “I don’t like people touching my hair.” “What’s wrong with me touching it?” Sienna complained, though the worry in her eyes was obvious. “Felix, what happened? Why did your hair suddenly turn white?”

she answers, "Every other ruler wasn't human, they had powers and were only made more powerful after being fortified. It's like wood added to an already burning fire to intensify it and now that you don't even have a spark, I'm clueless as to the point of the ritual." "But I do have a spark," I say, finally accepting the so much obvious truth I've been trying to ignore. "My hair turned gold." "True." She gives a half smile and looks at my hair but soon erases the smile from her lips once she notices I caught her stare. I know my hair turned blonde for a reason, and we'll find out alongside every other hidden thing. "Who was the last ruler before Sean?" I ask after a few seconds, hoping I did

Shit, was I wrong. I sip my coffee slowly, closing my eyes for the briefest of moments and try to conjure up the memory of Sophia from today. I’d never seen a pair of green eyes quite like hers. There were almost undetectable hints of gold in them, that I could only see when the light shone across her face. She had hair that reached past her shoulders and it settled there in big curls. My fingers had itched to reach through the space between us and sink into her curls.

I could've laughed in his face. I overheard him and his lil friends talking about her in his office. They all believe her to be one of the Goddess chosen, even without a wolf, all because she has that retched silver hair. That hair should've belong to my Sierra. The Goddess chosen are always chosen from his mother's line and are always female, so I knew my son wouldn't inherit that gift. She couldn't possibly be that. She didn't even have a wolf for fuck's sake. But, if they thought that, I'm sure his parents, especially that annoying mother of his, will believe her to be that as well. That means I have to find a way to distract away from that wench and that stupid hair of hers. There's no p

Jerry replied with a gentle voice. “I will, thanks,” Sheila responded curtly and the call came to an end. Now Sheila's mind was reeling and her instincts began to tell her things. It was either because she was a supernatural being with supernatural eyes, that was why she could see Hannah's real hair color. Meaning the grey color could be fake, or could it be that it was the golden bronze that was fake? Or, it was a system glitch, network issue, or even a screen hue issue. However, the former made more sense as she was unable to suggest why her hair color was grey and bronze at the same time.

The black fog-like substance slowly recedes once the owner of the silhouette stops in front of the survivor no more than 5 meters. The figure behind the fog is the face of a beautiful woman with golden hair and eyes. Her head has a lone black horn protruded from the right side of her head leaning to the back. She’s Gold, Zhu Wushang servant who’s dealing with the hidden force of the Eternal Empire within the Illusory Immortal Palace. Once all of her features reveal to all survivors one of the survivors who look like a veteran's eyes shone with disbelief. “That horn! Impossible... The night demon!”

When I came out of the tent after my bath the next morning as we prepared to leave, when Elison saw my hair, he nudge Orel then he looked at me too and frowned when he saw my hair. “The hair of the women in my family has always been silver, I dye the hair to avoid stares and I haven’t washed the hair since before the hunt so the dye was still there.” I explained, Orel nodded at my explanation.

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.