Novel & Cerita White-haired Female Characters

Chapter 78: The Last Light ANYA’S POV A tall figure in the center of the attackers stepped forward with her hood thrown back. She was a woman older than Mara, with silver hair braided with black feathers and her eyes were completely white, no pupil and no iris. “Hand over the Moon Witch. And we will leave without further bloodshed,” she yelled. Mara spat blood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her hairstyle was a striking, asymmetrical design, with one side shaved close to the scalp, while the other side boasted a longer, combed-over style that cascaded down to her shoulder. A small, dangling lock of hair on the sideburn area added a touch of whimsy to her overall look. The contrast between the black roots and the blue-tipped hair was a subtle yet intriguing detail. Her skin, a radiant, icy white, seemed almost translucent in the soft light, as if infused with the same crystalline purity as the frozen palace around us.

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.

They greeted once more, their heads lowered at their average height. After shaking me up and making me all dizzy, he drops me on a sofa, taking his seat opposite me. He wipes off the blood on his neck with clothes, his well-sculpted abs coming into view. He was truly astonishing. “Welcome back, princess.” A lady in all white came in, the skull-made staff in her hands. She had white hairs, white eyelids, and white eye strokes, and judging from the combination, her wolf must be white. “The name is…”

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.

The woman cut in "You see Misha might not have been an ideal person, with her corrupt morals and selfish interests, but she also loved you and it was pure. If she had kissed you, she possibly would have kept you with her. You loved her in return and she knew that, and now that you have a new mate, I believe she's bloody aware and we all know she wouldn't share with Raven. Anyone but Raven" "What did she have against Raven?" "Do you know Raven's hair was originally white?" "What?" The woman nodded, now stirring it with a large spoon "You see, Misha was vain as a witch, and if there was anything she wanted that she didn't have, it was white hair" "Why?"

Dorothy asked. However, just as she asked that question, a voice appeared in her head. It was Xienna. She was finally awake. “Agatha White, one of Rowan’s many wives. She used to be one of the twelve lords of the Shura Illusion Realm. Her strength is even almost as great as Rowan.” Dorothy gasped. “She’s that strong?” Xienna replied. “She is an old ‘young girl’ who has lived hundreds of thousands of years.”

My eyes met hers and her scent, the delicious scent that had me going crazy hit me harder than ever, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe this, my nostrils flared and my wolf jumped. "Mate, mate, mate, mate." My wolf danced happily. "Mate." I said and my beta left her hands and stepped back immediately, my warriors turned to me in surprise, I stared at her as her eyes widened, I'm sure she also felt what I felt. I took in her appearance, her strawberry blonde hair that was very long, she had it braided into pigtails, her freckles, her lips, her curvy body, which showed very well, due to her coming out from the water, her nipples were visible and I growled because the others saw that, she was

--- So I have a list of descriptions of main characters I make so I'm just going to add it so y'all know what everyone looks like. Sophia Moretti Dark silver wolf Blue eyes Brown almost black hair 5'6 18 Crescent moon birthmark James Moretti Brown Wolf Brown Eyes Brown Hair 6'2 21 Laura Moretti No wolf yet Brown Eyes Brown Hair 3'6 5 Beta Derrick Moretti Brown Wolf Brown Eyes Brown Hair 6'6 47 Beta Female Sierra Moretti Brown Wolf Brown Eyes Brown Hair 5'9 45 Maya Bush Light silver wolf Greenish Eyes Blonde Hair 5'7 18 Kira Laine Brown with pink tail (dye)

Not to mention she was his respectable ancestor. Regardless of being addressed as that of the great-great-great-great grandmother, the woman's look contradicted this. Her skin was pearly white, flawlessly smooth with no wrinkles. Her hair showed not a single strand of white hair but in a full raven color that reached her waist, standing out from her all-white attire. She had a gentle face that maintained a smile ever since she had materialized before Oswin. There was a white bunny in the crook of her arm, where she stroked its fur gently with her slender fingers.