Weird Hair Colours Novels & Stories

She slowly removed the trousers from her legs and saw white hair growing there too. All this she saw with her own eyes for the very first time, and she was unable to understand it because it was not ordinary hair but wolf hair. It was the color of silver or snowflakes or even a clear night in winter. Just that no one had seen anything like it before, it was not black or brown or grey nor blonde; it wasn't a pale blonde or a dark brown, nor a light blond either, but pure white hair - so pure.

Melinda was silent, sulkingly silent. "Lu..What's the real colour of my hair?" Melinda asked, after she had been thoroughly waxed, soaked in milk, bathed with lemons and rose petals. She was seated now as Lucrecia styled her hair. "Ha.. it's a rare breed." "Is it actually white?" Melinda asked. "It's a mixture of blonde and white. It's a pretty hair you have here my dear, even though it's strange. Normally, I would have given it another specific tone but it's okay the way it is. It makes you special."

I sink in with a soft groan, letting my sore muscles relax. After a good soak and scrub, I quickly dry off and work a brush through my wet hair. My hair is… wild—a massive wavy multi-color mess. Red, blonde, brown, black, even golden strains blended to cascade down to the middle of my back and 100% my natural hair. It reminds me of the autumn season when the leaves change from their summer brilliance to their cozy fall colors. I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally.

What a joke! Well now that Erin looks carefully at them, she has never met them before. It's her first time knowing them. However, they have every single piece of knowledge of her life. And their looks are weird too. They call themselves as per their hair colour. The funny thing is that they are seven and the seven colours of their hairs resemble a rainbow. Rubbing her cheek a little, Erin mumbles, "How strange!" "I guess you believe us now?" asks the Red dragon who is standing aside without joining the dispute. He's speaking while keeping his eyes shut, as if he's meditating.

She said dreamily, making me scoff. "Everyone knows that my hair is the least bit desirable. Excessively full and can never be tamed. The color is rather appalling." I frowned, looking at my weird hair color in the mirror. It wasn't the first time I had the thought of mutated genes whenever I looked at myself. My mother had this really beautiful shade of brown hair. My father had black hair, which Amara took after. So where exactly was my burgundish~burnt orangey hair color coming from? It seemed like a mixture of orange, red, brown and... not nice. "I know what's in your mind right now." Amara eyed me. "It's normal for children to have hair colours that are a few shades different from their

She tried to stay in the moment by listening to the maids talk quietly under their breath about how sucky her hair is, and such an unusual color. It was that thought she latched onto the fact that her hair was auburn color strange I’m on the gods and goddesses. Most of the others had blondish white hair as pale as moonlight, or hair as gold as the sun Or black as midnight. Hair like hers was rare among mortals but it was almost are unheard of among the gods. She was pondering this when she looked in the mirror and realize that the maids had finished they had bound her hair up in a series of intricate braids that suited her and left a lot of hair flowing down her back.

I knew what he was thinking without him saying it. His eyes roamed my dried, tangled strawberry coloured hair with questions on his mind. It was rare for a wolf to have strawberry coloured hair. I was grateful that he didn't ask me how I possessed such weird hair colour because I didn't know how. Once, my father told me that every firstborn of the Harper family possessed certain powers and the confirmation of such powers was having a strawberry coloured hair.

— Kaden — My father nodded. “Okay, from what I saw, spirit wolves are rare, but have not always been so. They are distinguished by their white hair on their head, but that does not cover all their body like an albino. They have two predominant eye colour, either a very pale pink, or violet—I believed I’ve seen the term lilac being used somewhere,” he told me. “White hair, not tricoloured?” I asked. “One of the main signs of hybridization seems to be visible in the tip of their hair gaining a different colour.”

This was just the best thing ever. I walked over to her, and lightly touched her skin. It was smooth despite how much she had suffered since she came into this pack. I looked at hair, and was amazed at the beautiful colours it had. It was mostly brown, with tints of black and gold. It seemed liked it had been made specifically for her.

Since I’ve never met a witch I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, but what does surprise me is when I focus on the woman whose hand I’m shaking. She looks young. Closer to mine and Raven’s age than my parents. She’s got vibrant red curly hair. It’s such a deep red, almost maroon, that it must not be natural. Her green eyes and freckles stand out against her pale skin. She’s only a couple inches shorter than Raven so she must be about average height for human women. “It’s nice to meet you.” My voice catches at the end, making it sound like a question. “It’s the hair, right? I was playing around with a color changing potion at the school last month and one of the kids picked up the wrong herb b