Vocaloid Purple Hair Novels & Stories

Some clapped, as hope filled the air. It was at that moment I lifted my head slowly, ready to play the dutiful alpha and thank everyone for coming, but instead, I froze. Right across the square, standing just beyond the torches, and bathed in pale moonlight with white hair that was way longer now. It was flowing down his shoulders like some sort of silver waterfall. And those eyes. Those unforgettable, impossible... purple. I couldn't help but take in a sharp breath. River. Was this some sort of game? Was I becoming mad? Did tiredness and bad thoughts make one do that?

Hesitantly, I reached up, my fingers sinking into the familiar coils of my Afro. As I sleepily walked through my room into the bathroom, I took a step back and noticed something in the mirror through the periphery of my vision. And then I screamed. Not a blood-curdling shriek, but a strangled gasp that died in my throat. My fingers, accustomed to the rich, jet black of my hair, came away… purple. Not the soft, lilac purple of a newborn's blush, but the vibrant, unapologetic purple of a purple honeycreeper's feathers.

he whispered against my ear. I giggled. “I wish. But I wasn’t that lucky.” “I feel like I’m living one of my childhood anime fantasies,” he whispered. “Me too,” I said. “And tomorrow, I will return to reality. My parents can’t see my hair like this.” “It’s beautiful,” he said. “Not many girls can get away with purple and blue hair and still look smoldering hot and interesting.” I smiled to myself. First time he ever indicated he was interested in me.

She replied nervously. "I've been an audience to the little---" "You tinted your hair purple?" Elsa reached out for her hair, surprised. "Yeah, now we are twinnies!" For some reasons, Ivy wasn't really enthusiastic about this change, "I didn't know you were such a fan of purple, o-or tinting your---" she paused, "when did you do this?" "This morning," she beamed. "Right," Ivy replied flatly.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

The pack cafeteria was crowded at this time of the day but Ivy knew just where to find her, and immediately she stepped her feet into the cafeteria, she caught sight of her. Tessa had only just recently dyed her hair purple, claiming it sat well with her. The hair stood out in the midst of the normal black and auburn haired werewolves. “Tessa,” Ivy yelled. Eyes snapped towards her and she could hear Tessa groaning through the pack's mind link.

Elle said quietly. “What?” I asked. “Your hair is purple now,” she informed me. I closed my eyes and turned my head up to the heavens, great. I turned to the mirror and when I opened my eyes, I saw how my head was the same shade of lavender as my fur was. Surely, I could dye it. But in a way, it was really beautiful.

She turned to the shopkepper and said, “Do you not have trews?” The shopkepper blinked, “What?” “Trews. Daks? Leggings? Trousers? Slacks?” The shopkepper smiled, “You must not be from here?” Violet cleared her throat, “How do you know that?” “Your accent is quite.. different. No Star clan indigenes sound like you, and.. your hair colour pretty much stand out, no one here has had purple hair for decades.” Violet shrugged. Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing.

Finna whispered in a low tone. "Wait a minute," I said, "Did you just say she has a mate? Like, a werewolf mate?” "Yeah, but it's a bit tricky to explain. Come on, we don't have all day." She opened the door and stepped inside. I was stopped in my tracks. Standing on the kitchen top shelf was a woman. Tall and slender, with long, flowing purple hair that cascaded down her back. Her eyes, an eerie shade of purple, seemed to glow with an inner light. I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something… magical about her.

His brown eyes held hers, his smile was mesmerizing and his slightly messy black hair that fell to his eyes. She quickly stepped away from him and mumured a thank you. "You have a peculiar eye color. Is that purple?" "Violet," she corrected. "And that's your name, love?" He asked calmly and moved to touch her hair, but she scurried back. "Thanks for your help."