Vocaloid Purple Hair Novels & Stories

Sergio tenses up and looks away. “Anything else, Sergio?” “She changed her hair again.” “Did she cut it?” “No. She dyed it.” “Blonde?” “No... it’s purple.” She dyed her hair purple. I can’t help but smile a little. “That’s all, Sergio.” Two months later NILA

Aphrodite said with a smug look on her face. "What... No... I couldn't have. I don't have a magical bone in my body." I reply back. "How'd you know to say purple hair in Latin?" Thanos asks. "I.... I don't know exactly. Shiloh whispered those words and I was trying to figure out what she was saying." I said in defense. Both girls are giggling while looking at Lisa. "Purple is her color." Shiloh giggles out. "Put my hair back!" Lisa yells.

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.

Then he watched as a new coat of fur grew in its place and he felt it. It was like a stamp. At his forehead, Coal's forehead, he felt a sudden pain and then it was gone. He looked at it with his senses and there, above his eyes centralised on his forehead, was purple hair in the form of a crown in royal purple. The shape of the crown was like those worn by human kings during Phil's time. He wondered what Hari would say about it. Hari always gawked at Coal's black fur. What about purple? Even without being told, Ravi knew that no Wolf had purple fur.

Although I know I'm not ready for that, but I still need to be certain. Who am I? "Azura. This is going to be a very long and confusing story." "Well I have all the time in world. Nothing can be as confusing as everything that already happened today" I sat down on the floor again and for a split second, I wondered what people would think if they saw me just sitting here, talking to myself. But I guess this is perfectly normal compared to my sudden red hair. My life is slowly changing from being normal, to a very complicated mess.

The moment I faced myself in the mirror, my breath got caught in my throat and I almost screamed in horror. Instead of Cho Sarang's trademark long and thick black hair with doe hazel eyes, what greeted me in the mirror was a ridiculously beautiful woman wearing a white vintage nightgown that I often see in a western historical movies. The woman had long platinum blonde hair that fluttered down to her waist, long lashes shading a pair of exquisite and vibrant purple eyes that looked like precious jewels. She had skin as white as snow, lips as red as roses, naturally blushed smooth cheeks even without putting on anything with perfect, delicate and elegant features. If I could find a suitable t

When Mizuko woke up from a nap, she abruptly sits up, looking around for Kenshi. She sits up and rubs her eyes. It looks like he had tricked her into taking a nap but then again she said she would guard him. "Good. You're finally awake!" Mizuko turned around and saw a beautiful woman with raven hair. She has beautiful purple eyes, long lashes and perfect full lips. The only thing that bothered Mizuko was how revealing the woman's outfit was.

he rasps, eyes focused on his thumb. “Why do you call me that? It isn’t my name.” He pulls at my bottom lip. “It is to me.” “Why?” I grab at his sweater, attempting to pull him closer so he’ll just kiss me already. His penetrating indigo gaze finally moves from my lips. He makes eye contact with me briefly before he’s grabbing a lock of my hair. “Your hair,” he explains, holding it between us. “You had purple streaks in it that summer. They were the perfect shade of violet. It’s the first thing I ever thought when my brother brought you home.”

“We remembered you when we saw the purple color, Luna. I thought it would look wonderful on you. It compliments your beauty. It would be an honor if you can accept it.” I beamed at her, “Thank you,” I opened the bag and pulled out a beautiful purple hair piece adorned by jewels. It looks really elegant. I bet it was costly too. I looked back at the young girl and glanced at Isolde too. They divided the payment with their own money. I felt valued as I genuinely told them, “I appreciate this.”

NYLA Cortia ran my fingers through my golden blood hair, she kept applying the dye till my hair reach the perfect color of lavender, the original color of the royal blood of Peralez. Although my father barely boast of his purple locs, and rather keeps his head bald, I had the liberty of being born with my mother's blond locs. As history prevails no matter who ever the Alpha of Peralez chose to marry the offsprings always possess lavender hair and deep set of purple eyes, this trait seemed to have skip me so I dye my hair and change my blue eyes to purple to fit in my mother's fantasy.