Weird Hair Colours Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.

I winked, running a hand over my curls before throwing up the doors to the walk-in closet. “Where do you get your hair dyed? I always wanted to get streaks in my hair. Or just outright dye it to not be a blonde.” Persephone asked as I started pulling clothes off hangers. “Oh, I don’t. This is natural. Like how André has that blue streak, I have red streaks. No clue why. We just do. André says it’s because we are too fabulous to have normal hair. I think it’s more to do with being hybrids or half-breeds as some rudely call us.” I huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of the bed.

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.

I was caught off guard as the kids ignored Rem’s Alpha voice and bounded over to him with excitement and no regard for their lives, apparently! The youngest grabbed Rem’s hair and held it up for the others to see. “I told you it was blue! It was dark last night, but I knew it!” He said beaming with a bright smile. The eldest kid folded his arms and scoffed, “it’s not natural! He obviously dyed it!” “Why would he kill his hair?” The younger asked, confused, still holding Rem’s hair as he inspected it for ‘death’. “No, no,” the middle-aged one chimed in, “it means to make it a different colour! Not that sort of died!”

I continued sipping my drink as I watched him answer questions from the interviewers. "It was quite easy to spot you ". A voice came up behind me. I almost choked on my wine. "How so? There are tons of people here ". I chuckled, flashing him a warm smile. " Natural red hair is the rarest hair colour in the world. A mere one to two per cent of people are born with auburn hair, and you are that one per cent". My cheeks flushed, not knowing what to say. " I thought you wouldn't be here ". " My brother and I run the company, so wherever he is, I'll be ".

She exits the bathroom with Sadie in front of her, covering her eyes with both hands as she leads her to the mirror beside me. “I will hate you for this,” Sadie said while gritting her teeth. As Georgia lets go, Sadie blinks until her eyes are completely open. There are some changes in her hairstyle--the cut is layered, with the length of the front just below her chin. The hair is still thick and frizzy (maybe that’s just her hair works). But what left me in awe is the way the colors work on her hair. It’s very colorful-looking but they’re just shades of one color. There’s an orangey red, then normal orange, and light orange as well as light purple, normal purple, and magenta all scattered a

The new king would have destroyed most of them by now, though. Since my hair was that unfortunate colour, I tried to hide it as much as possible under any headwear I could find. If I had to wear a cap, I used a mix of ground coffee and tinctures to colour my hair a dirty brown. It wasn’t the best solution, but it worked, and it helped me blend in with the rest of the people. They had whipped me frequently in my past indentures just for having that hair colour. Anything remotely red was now forbidden—a painful reminder for anyone still loyal to the old crown.

I don't know if it's to call my powers a gift or if a curse fits it properly. It might be regarded as a gift based on how many people I've healed, and how many I've saved from death. You might also regard it as a curse, based on the ghostly white hair and the shunning of the villagers. White hair I dyed black to avoid standing out. It took me more than three complete moon cycles to find an Uhi that makes my hair black. The ones I applied earlier before I found the Uhi wasn't succeeding in giving me the exact dark shade of hair I want.

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.

I gently slid the drapes open, allowing the morning light in. Even though, the warm rays were blindingly beautiful, filling the area with shades of yellow and orange, perfectly reflecting off the white ceramic tiles. The scene was nothing less than picturesque, but the most surreal thing about that image was her; Pebbles was sprawled on her tummy. Her face was positioned towards the window. An avalanche of thick raven hair bundled over her eyes, falling to the side of her face like a curtain.