Vocaloid Purple Hair Novels & Stories

Kaia POV I almost jump out of my skin from a voice coming behind us. I thought we were being watched and part of me is glad it was her and not what I thought…the trees. She had long silvery hair that was thinning slightly on top. Her eyes were a grey blue that seemed to be covered with something, almost like she was currently in a mind-link and they were glazed over…like a white shadow. Her lips were more purple than a soft red and she hold aging spots on her face, neck and arms but rather than be a translucent brown…they were purple.

“Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.” “Wow, that’s cool. Come, want some popcorn? I’m watching reruns of the Kardashians.” “Nah, I’m heading upstairs to try out this purple shampoo! Betsy said it will give my hair shine and even out the color.” “No brassy ends. She did a neat job sis.” Tanner walks downstairs. “Barbie in the house!” “Shut up Tanner!” “What’s in the bag?” Tanner looks in the plastic bag. “Purple shampoo! Now that’s more like it. Purple hair is cool, you can be in my famous band one day with that hair. I underestimated you sis.”

she said. I took my time to look at her. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into an updo, with some strands curled at the front, contrasting her purple eyes. Is she a supernatural being? I've never seen anyone with purple eyes before. They looked so enticing that they could make you forget everything, even yourself. "I'm so sorry." She apologized again, bringing me back to reality. I wonder what kind of creature she is. "It's okay." I smiled at her. "You look new. I haven't seen you around here."

The intricate green stripes along his tail shimmer in the gentle underwater light, adding to his ethereal appearance. The black and purple merman, with his dark hair now displaying a captivating purple sheen, exudes a sense of strength and grace. His black tail, glistening with a metallic purple glint, matches his overall transformation. It is a stark contrast to his previous human self, yet there is a certain allure to his new aquatic form.

The girl said whilst playing with a strand of her long hair. That bitch. She can't be the Luna unless she's his mate, and she isn't. I am. Right? "I'm Violet, by the way." she introduced herself, pulling me out of my thoughts. Violet? Really, wow. "And my hair colour is natural in case you were wondering." Actually I wasn't. I assumed she dyed her hair violet to match her name. "You were born with naturally violet hair?" I thought that was amazing. "Yhup, straight outta the womb." She giggled. She had a cute giggle, I liked her almost immediately.

The girl turned around and tilted her fair chin at Philip. Her voice was sweet, cute, and very much chuuni. Philip looked around suspiciously before pointing at himself and asking, “Are you talking to me?” The girl with the purple hair just got out of the car impatiently. She wore a short black skirt, revealing her long, slender, fair legs with calf-high boots. For her top, she wore a plain white T-shirt. Presently, she grabbed the doll from Philip’s hands and stuffed it into the car, telling him coldly, “Get inside.”

Her gaze felt sharper than usual, more calculating, like she was observing rather than simply speaking. Then my attention shifted to her hair. And I froze. Cynthia had always had purple hair. It wasn’t something she changed, not on a whim and definitely not in a situation like this. It was part of her identity, something constant. But now, as I stared, I realized that the color was no longer the same. It was changing. Half of it had turned white. Not dyed, not styled, not intentional. It looked unnatural, like the color was being drained out of it slowly, like something inside her was forcing the change.

Only depressing ones. He can hear the happiness in Jacob's voice as he talks. His eyes sparkle as he looks up at him before looking forward again. His hair, which is now purple, bounces forward as he looks down for a moment before throwing his head back laughing at a memory he just thought of, and then sharing it.

he points to us in turn. Stood before us was a creature we had only ever heard about in stories. Not something we had ever expected to encounter in real life. She was stunning, glorious and mythical. Her hair was silver laced with black, thick and flowing loose over her shoulders and down her back, the ends lightly brushing the floor. Her skin was the palest of violet and shimmered as if she had been dipped in glitter. The most mesmerising eyes, a deep shade of purple, flecked with jet black, stared back as we took each other in.