Weird Hair Colours Novels & Stories

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

Spreading out the individual strands, he moved them around. "Are you trying to take up hair weaving?" I asked. He laughed. "No. But you're right. There is something different about it. It's almost like your hair is absorbing light instead of reflecting it." He looked up, caught my gaze. "Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Yeah. But instead of the ash undertones, they're closer to blue." I twisted around, changed how the light hit my hair while looking in the mirror. "I don't know. That sounds crazy."

“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.

Pain was a form of pleasure for demonic wolves, but I knew when to make it truly painful for those who dared to dance on my nerves. As she opened her lips to utter an apology, her messy raven-black tresses began to transform, radiating with a stark white glow. It was evident that she was ignorant of many things in this realm, including the fact that among the demonic wolves, the alteration of one’s hair color was an undeniable marker of emotion - a trait considered a weakness. There existed no system of classification, such as a Pantone shade card, to decipher the correlation between color and emotion. Fear could manifest as red, or perhaps as violet… even as white. There existed no specific

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.”

One of the ladies said to her, drawing her attention to them. Now that she looked at them up closely, they looked too beautiful to be human. One had forest-green hair and sea-green eyeballs. Her skin had a tinge of green coloration. Another had fiery red hair with matching eyeballs, and then there was brown hair, pink hair, blue hair, and yellow hair. And their eyes matched the color of their hair. Their skin also had a small coloration in tone with their hair color. Too ethereal to be humans. "No, I am not here for the Orgy," she responded promptly.

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.”