Novel & Cerita Weird Hair Colours

“What’s this?” “This is hair dye,” Lewis says, grabbing the jar and replacing it on the rack. “Some people like to use it to turn their hair different colors. We’ll not be doing that to you today.” “Why not?” I ask, wondering what different colors of hair I could have. I never much thought about my hair because I never knew I could change it. Looking around at all the colors of fabric in the room, I think of all the colors in the world that my hair could be. Blood red, or sunset orange, or pink as my tongue; blue as twilight or green as a coiled fern.

Agnes braided the sides of Alexandria's hair, she was wowed by the color of Alex's hair, she combed her hand through Alex's back hair to detangle it and tried starting a little chat with Alex. she found the child adorable. "So your name is Alexandria, right?" She asked. "Yes, miss" Alex simply replied, "nice name" Agnes affirmed, "thank you," Alex said as she smiled. "You are welcome," Agnes said. "So is this your natural hair color?" she asked, Alex looked at her like she didn't get the questions, "were you born with your hair this color," Agnes asked again. "I guess" Alex shrugged, she didn't get what all the fuss about her hair was, but she did notice that since she came here she hadn't s

Most of the time, she's on her natural hair color but a few times when she wants to experiment, she does crazy colors like blue and green and purple all together. “Thanks for stating the obvious at the end of our meeting.” She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. “Well I'd prefer it if you just dye it brown or leave it blonde but no, it has to be something crazy and now, a peach and orange ombre? When will this ever end?” “Oh my…” she laughed so heartily that people around had to spare us glances. I muttered a ‘tone it down’ and she struggled to contain her laughter but she did, finally.

One of them steps forward reluctantly, eyes trained on my hair. “We… we’re not sure, Alpha,” she says. “There’s no chemical damage, no hormonal spike, no external contamination. We ran genetic panels and neurological scans—everything came back normal. The only anomaly is the pigmentation shift.” She pauses and adds with an unsure tone, “The pigmentation change could be a rare mutation—maybe a sudden change in melanin levels. Possibly an exotic form of vitiligo affecting her hair and follicles, but…” “It didn’t show up on the tests,” another doctor finishes quietly. “We can’t explain it.”

Still, his sharp eyes couldn’t hide his questions. I exhaled and turned back to her hair, twisting the towel firmly. “Zephyr...” I said suddenly, voice low, almost contemplative. “Tell me something. Is it possible…for someone to have two colors of hair? Not dyed, not artificial. Naturally?” I ask even when my mind is saying it's dyed. Zephyr hesitated. “Two colors? I’ve never seen such. A wolf’s features are constant, Alpha. Roots don’t lie.”

He laughed and removed my hand from his hair. “Your hair is too hard.” I told him. He ran his fingers through my hair. “Well Uma was right, yours is very soft. And why is it this colour?” “I don't know.” I told him. He then squinted and looked closer. “Actually, your hair is two colours.” He didn't look away; he kept running his hands through my hair. “Actually, this is really interesting.” I laughed. “I know. It's weird. Everyone keeps looking at me.”

She sat down comfortably and said, "On Semeria it is rare for a person's eye color not to match their hair color. In this world, most people get their hair color from their elemental affinity. Blue hair, = water, Light blue hair = lightning, Red hair = fire, Brown hair, = earth, green hair = wind, Light green hair = nature, Black hair = shadow, Gray hair, = metal, etc, etc, etc," Verra informed Xasha like a teacher teaching a student.

he shouted back. Yellow boy. His bright blonde hair stood out very well in a city of dark haired people. Sol has a disease called albinism where his skin has little to no pigment as well as his hair. His eyes were the color of the sky, skin as white as snow and hair as yellow as the sunflower. Doctors said it is very rare. He thinks it is the reason his parents gave him up, he is weird, not normal. But of course, the sisters told him otherwise.

I advise them. "In case of death, you mean?" Altair cues. "Yes, in case of death." I nod. "Right, now that we got that out the way, do you guys have any questions?" "Totally unrelateable to this conversation, were you born with silver hair?" Tomas probes. "Curious much?" they all nod and I chuckle. "Well, first off, it's platinum hair and yes, I was born with this shade of hair and yes, my eyes will change color from time to time, don't be shocked when it does. " I inform them.

I only saw my real hair color about once a month. Freya and I had started dying our hair when we were young. Madam Elara said being unique was dangerous. That wolves and vampires liked unusual things a little too much. That we needed to blend in with the other girls. So we covered the red in layers of chalky white, again and again. "Do you think our red hair is a bad omen?" I asked quietly. Freya looked at me, her expression softening. Her caramel skin glowed warm in the dim light of my room. She had always looked so calm, so sure in ways I never was.