Weird Hair Colours Novels & Stories

"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

“It does, especially with the hair.” “Yeah, I figured I would lean into the idea completely.” “It definitely does that. Can't say I've seen many people brave enough to sport that color.” The second guy says with a grunt. He looks to have a permanent grumpy expression on his face, and he is huge! He’s African American but has certain features that make me wonder if he is mixed with something more. It’s his eyes. They are a bright Grey color. Of course, I could be wrong. Most people have a hard time placing me, too. I’m light-skinned but not pale, and I have dark brown eyes. My hair though is different. It used to be an odd shade of brown. I had two different colored browns thread through the

Members of his court strained their necks to look at the strange sight. "Why is her hair the color the ripe corns in the field," one chief wondered aloud. "And what happened to the color of her skin. She was born without color, what does this mean?" "What is the reason for the red of her eyes and hair?"

Jerry replied with a gentle voice. “I will, thanks,” Sheila responded curtly and the call came to an end. Now Sheila's mind was reeling and her instincts began to tell her things. It was either because she was a supernatural being with supernatural eyes, that was why she could see Hannah's real hair color. Meaning the grey color could be fake, or could it be that it was the golden bronze that was fake? Or, it was a system glitch, network issue, or even a screen hue issue. However, the former made more sense as she was unable to suggest why her hair color was grey and bronze at the same time.

the young man yelled as he scrunched his forehead in frustration, pointing his finger towards the door. "N-no... Your Highness... I meant to say..." the man exclaimed exasperatedly as he turned his head up to look at the young man. The young man had a dark, ashen grey shade of hair. In comparison with his father, his silver hair seemed to resemble a light shade of grey instead of silver. It wasn't a secret that he felt ostracised from the royal line due to his hair colour. It made him feel inferior and gave him a complex due to it. His eyes a piercing red just like his mother was the only other feature that symbolises his status as he narrowed it towards the man who spoke out of line.

I guess it wouldn't hurt as long as she promised not to bite me again. "Okay, as long as you don't bite me again without my permission... I guess we can be friends." I tried to smile at her, but it was more of a sideways grin. Half smile, half frown. I walked to the front of the room, and turned to introduce myself. I was right. Me and the pink haired girl were the only ones with weird colors. Everyone one else had shades of black, red, brown, and blonde hair. There were different skin colored kids. It was a mixture of all the world's colors. We didn't specify race anymore, but we did say a person's skin was white, brown, black, yellow, pale, and etc.

I said picking my fingers. " Ok.. sorry about that, ask your question." " Tell me, what is the colour of your hair," I demanded " Wow... You are on detective mode right now, my hair is black. Pure black but my natural hair is the colour of silver." He said, is that even possible, can a human being's hair be silver coloured? " You are bluffing?" I accused. " No I am not, I can never lie to you." I don't know why but believed him,

"Killian,you have long hair too and you're not a female," "His hair was longer, like a females and he was wearing a cape!" I rolled my eyes at his flimsy attempt to explain himself. "In any case you do look like him, your hair, it's different. it's not the normal black that humans and us have, rather almost like ink. It has traces of blue in it. Almost like the Iliards Royal family's "

Strands that do not belong to me. My eyes narrowing, I bend over, pick one strand up between my fingers and hold it against the bathroom light. It is a strange colour, I frown. The hair is a mixture of fiery red and icy white.

Tell me sweetie, Did you just color your hairs? .... Before Scarlet could say anything .... she was again cut off by another question from her father ... "But what kind of color is this ? I mean , it's strange and even it's not a single color. It looks like a blend of 3-4 different colors and yet every color is visible separately too. ???" Before her mother could open her mouth to ask anything further, Scarlet closed their mouths with her hands and replied looking at them ... "Mom, Dad, ... I didn't apply any kind of color to my hairs. It's like this just. Even I am not aware of these changes. "