White Hair On Brown Skin Novels & Stories

I said. "What's with the weird teeths then?" A man yelled. I held my hand up, checking out my teeth. I could feel it all of a sudden, two teeths sharper than others on opposite sides. Mythological facts had called them fangs… How could I have them? "Her eyes aren't black no more." The sun had suddenly begun to affect me, my eyes felt heavy, burning with the intense sunlight. That wasn't enough to prove that I was a monster, they're just frightened.

What the hell! Without much ado, I pushed her away from myself, held my hair by myself, and swerved to one of the windows of the castle—the windows could do the job of a mirror. My mouth dropped open in shock when I noticed that almost one quarter of my hair was white hair-not together-some were scattered, mixed with my black long hair. It looked like a trend, like a swag, only that it was not. I wanted it gone.

Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that his last name is Gray. What she found most attractive was his shiny light brown hair, he was carrying a classic Taper haircut which complimented the mustache and beard; he had brushed the quiff upwards to give him the celebrity look. His lips were attractively pink, and given the amount of melanin he had for a white guy. He wasn’t the usual pale white male, he was a bit dim but not of color either; he was just somewhere in between.

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

I know she said she wants to cut it, but I really hope it’s not too short. Everything about her is unique. Her hair is so white that it can’t even be considered blond. Her eyes are a pale gray, so pale that it’s hard to really determine what color they are. It’s not until I looked at her, so close to me while rinsing her hair that I finally realized that they are gray. Not blue-gray, not green-gray. Just gray. When I’m done rinsing her hair again, I stand and bring her a towel. “Do you need more time to bathe?” I ask her.

Perhaps he did not like the light? Maybe I've done enough research for my first day. I'm pretty hungry too. With a soft goodbye to him, I turned and stepped out of his area, making sure that the glass and metal walls were closed. After that I sat down for a while and rewrote all that I've discovered for today. About his blue hair having white roots towards his scalp. It could just be hairdye wearing off though, but then that would mean that his hair is white.

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.

I hissed. “I dare not.” His eyes darted to mine, then back to my fur. “I have to inform you… this resembles vitiligo. A depigmentation disorder. It is common among humans, and sometimes animals. But—” he paused, and his voice dropped lower, “I have never, in all my years, seen a demon with it.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You insult me. You think I came here for human diagnoses?” “It is no insult,” he replied quickly. “I tell you what I see. The skin, the fur—it loses pigment. There is no pain? No burning?”

I curled the bottom of my hair with my pencil and looked down at the paper where I drew the imaginary Heil with grey eyes, sharp nose, and strong jaw but it doesn't suitable for him. Heil may look like a human version of a monster, not like this handsome boy I had drawn. I wanted to find out the person who has Pale Skin, it may useful for me to start my investigation from them but I can't sure how worth it is. Pale skin is common and-- see I have that skin too and I can't tell I'm a female version of Heil. So funny... But we are in India and people who live in this place have brown skin or yellowish. It's very rare to see a pale skin human and I can't suspect anyone without any proof.

Kisha Black, Ekron’s wife, was in her early sixties. A lady with her hair all had turned salt and pepper in color as almost half was white while the other half remained black. But her skin was like everyone else, tanned from constant, and almost daily work under the sun ever since her youthful days. Only recently did she lessen her loads of work as her health was no longer as vigorous as when she was younger. Some areas had shades, but their tasks were mostly done outdoors.