Viking Hairstyles Female Novels & Stories

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

, Ophelia squealed. Four agonizing hours later, after getting my hair pulled in every direction and make-up applied and my dress on, I was ready. We all stood together and looked in the mirror, "The guys are going to have a heart attack", Calliope said. My dress was a deep red, Ophelia's was an emerald off the shoulder, Elodie's was a fitted silver with spaghetti straps, and Calliope's was a strapless sapphire blue. The rest of the girls had up-dos, but I went for a more Viking look with a Dutch braid down the middle of my head and smokey make-up. We walked out of the room as a group and headed for the stairs. I didn't know where I was going so, I just followed the girls.

Nirvana wore a golden lacy petticoat and a pair of artfully plaited and braided hairstyles, which Diana knew were extremely popular during this period; her high forehead and plucked eyebrows added to her nobility. Checking herself, Diana was suddenly conscious of her hair, which was slightly dishevelled in an unstylish, purposeful manner. It made her look casual and approachable, like someone someone could trust, but compared to this high witch, she looks rather ordinary. The witch was stunning in the way that she looked like a goddess. "Wow, you have a lovely place, Nirvana."

Dagmar said to me as she looked over my features, "you're really dark though." Dagmar looked like Barbie and by Barbie, I mean artificial. I have no problem doing whatever they want to do to their bodies and faces and I support it. Women should do whatever makes them feel confident and beautiful. Dagmar's hair was a deeply bleached blonde that was curled and made to look bigger and add more volume. Her lips were extremely thick and swollen, maybe she overdone it just a little bit on those. Her nose was perfectly pointy and her eyes were slanted downwards. Her jawline seemed overly pronounced and her skin seemed really stiff. "Yes I am," I nodded, "I am very much black and I am dark."

WEEKS HAD PASSED, and Sophie dedicated her days to daily training sessions with Ubbe. King Ragnar was conspicuously absent since their last encounter, which was a relief, considering how he enjoyed playing mind games that confused her. Ubbe proved to be an excellent and patient teacher, training her as if preparing for battle. Sophie was thankful for his guidance. She never imagined she would have the opportunity to wield a sword, let alone learn the art of combat. One aspect of Viking culture that appealed to her was the way they treated women equally.

The mere fact that she was glancing my way made a delightful feeling surge into my heart. Zane and Victoria inevitably look in the direction I was staring at. "Who's that?" Zane asked curiously. Perhaps having several eyes on her at once made her nervous, she slowly tucked her hair behind her ears looking away. "She has very pretty hair, it's unusual for a werewolf to have white hair." Vicky remarked. "Her hair isn't white." I spat with a small tinge of annoyance in my voice. "If that isn't white then what is it?" She asked.

Her courage rose and her love for the werewolves increased. Athena stepped onto the stage, her presence commanding attention like a gentle storm. Her raven hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with hints of dark blue undertones that seemed to shimmer in the light. Her piercing emerald eyes gleamed like stars in the darkness, radiating an inner strength and wisdom that transcended her human form.

What kind of hairstyle is… oh my God… ha ha ha… how did you even get your hair to stand like…ha ha ha… Vee, you look like a clown faced rainbow Maleficent with extra and makeup. I smiled proudly and smoothen my cool hairstyle. I was messing around with my hair and boom! My hair stood up like Maleficent's; I look spectacular! 'Isn't it beautiful? I did it myself,' I said proudly. 'Obvi, you are in crazy mode, aren't you?' 'Crazy mode? I don't have any mode,' I argued. She and many kept saying I have modes. 'You have baby mode, cute mode, sexy, stern, just humorous, smart, deadly, angry psycho punchie punchie, elegant princessa, voracious snapper, cook freak mode—.'

But there were ten of them and only one of me. I had to admit that they were good. They fixed the dress in a way that even my bony figure looked good. My hair was combed, tied up into a victorian hairstyle that made my head look like a giant wig. And they were red like tomatoes. I missed my ginger hair.

Some of the more traditional Nobles tended to turn their noses up at the notion, but it didn't seem to bother the young Lord in the least. Another tall, slender figure followed him in, this time without the overbearing and unnecessary cavalry in the form of hulking Guardian Knights. We straightened up as they approached and I began to take in the details of his companion. The resemblance was uncanny. Her piercing blue eyes were unmistakable even from across the room, but where Christian's were often muted under his dark brows, hers were highlighted through her long flowing lashes and high set cheekbones. She had straight raven hair that fell past her shoulders on one side and was shaved shor