Weird Hair Colours Novels & Stories

I answered her question "Ehhh, but is your hair your change?" she asked again. I get it that she is interested about my change since it representation of power and shows the evolution of prowess for us wizlings but I’m not sure about mine yet. It is said that the most common change is the eye color and the rarest is the hair color. Goddess descents are characterized by their unique hair colors that’s why often times those with hair color as their change are referred as god descents. Johann's change is his hair color, the streaks in his ashen grey hair turns from pale blue to cyan blue. No one in the kingdom of Llfhame has the same hair color as his so it’s probably why Antonella was curious

Mimi is helping me style my hair as I do my makeup. “it stands out and I don’t like that attention on me.” “I thought being out in the human world would make you want to stand out more. It must have been fun.” “It wasn’t, but standing out in the human world isn't a problem; people color their hair and do all kinds of stuff.” “you still stand out even without the white hair. Your eye color is starnge too. Right now its grey with black irises, and other times I can swear it's hazel.”

But then her hand froze mid-motion, and I didn’t even need to think twice to know what she was staring at. I rolled my eyes, sighing deeply. “Don’t worry. I’ll dye it before I leave,” I said, and her shoulders relaxed. Up till this day, I still never understood why she got so paranoid whenever she saw my real hair color. At first, I thought maybe she was scared I’d get bullied. I mean, it wasn’t normal for a child to have white hair like mine. And no, it wasn’t pale blonde — it was pure, shimmering silver. The kind that looked too unnatural, even for werewolves.

“No, but how is that possible that they are white out of no where.” I was surprised as out of my hundred strands ten were completely white as if I got them dyed, it looked beautiful but how come someone’s hair colour change like this?” “Don’t tell me you dyed you hair and forgot about it.” It was strange but I ignored it thinking it was because I was growing as myths are there that when you turn seventeen you will see changes in your body. . . .

He said that we were surprised. "What does my hair have to do with being a holder?" Soliel asked Ate Adhira. "Don't you know? Haha that's how it is. All holds have a corresponding hair color, such as green for Wind holders, blue for water holders, red for fire holders, brown for Earth holders, black for dark holders, and white for light holders, then whatever hold is destined for you will be the color of your hair." This explanation impressed me because I just realized it, but when I looked at the others...

I had to tear my gaze away from him before he could do that. His hair was blue at the moment, making me raise a brow. “Why's it blue?” “Oh. This?” He touched his hair. “This is my happy colour. My hair turns blue whenever I'm overjoyed.” He grinned, sitting on the couch opposite me. “It turns yellow when I'm sad. Grey when I'm confused.” “What of black?” “When I'm mad.” He smiled. “It also turns white when I'm happy. It all depends on the type of happiness.”

"It was nice, they were being treated with care. They could read and write and count. I can see that they were well-fed. Most of them have eyes like humans. Their skin is almost purple under the sun." "And they don't get irritated." Cassana remarked. "Their ears are longer than humans, but they're not as pointy." "I know, right?" "But their hair. Oh, they were so.. Colorful. I saw them standing in line and it was like a parade of rainbow. Some have pink, indigo, peach, while some bright red like this," Otheric brushed Cassana's long wavy hair, twirling them in his fingertips. "The wizards from The Tower are still scratching their heads over that. Some say, it's a deformity. Others say it's a

I peered forward, my gaze landing on a boy around my age. He greeted me with a warm smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth and with his unique hair. "Ohh! You have red hair," I exclaimed. "Yeah," he replied with a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "My brother mentioned that red is one of the rarest hair colors in the world.," I said. The boy chuckled and confessed, "No, it's not my natural hair color; I'm actually blond." Surprised by his revelation, I questioned, "Why did you change it?"

Harmonia intervened naturally. Maria nodded repeatedly. Harmonia then looked at Monica and asked, “Monica, what did you want to show me?” Monica regained her composure and swiped on Monica’s tablet immediately. “Monia, which of these hair colors do you think looks the best? Can you help me decide?” Harmonia took a look. Red, yellow, purple, green, blue, and gray, were all mixed together. At first glance, it looked like the ‘emo goth’ style.

"Of all the females within my family, why I'm I the only one punish with this awfully looking hair?" protested Paris, as she held a loose strand of her long, curly, red hair, scornfully, gazing at it with great disappointment. She hated her hair so badly that her heart ached every day to look at herself in her mirror and to touch it. She wished she had another color of hair, instead of her red hair, she considered to look like a white mop utterly stained by blood or red polish. Paris thought nothing of her hair other than unattractive. Sadly, neither of her parents had red hair. Her father had brown hair, and her mother was blonde. She had her father's bright blue eyes though, but sadly that