Novel & Cerita White-haired Female Characters

And it was strange for the white-haired woman and Donald to see me like that. Thousand Faces became even more bizarre when he saw my fallen, and my crying grew louder. After seeing my situation, the white-haired woman tried to reach out to me during the interval of Thousand Faces's attack. I think she wanted to help me dispel the sadness in my heart and help me restore peace, but Thousand Faces did not give him any. The sword flowers were continuously stabbed at her at the slightest chance, and the white-haired woman also began to fall behind. Donald sees the white-haired woman in a passive state and wants to join the battlefield and fight against the Thousand Faces of the white-haired woman

One that makes her look a lot like a British, her wavy hair making it's way to the front. Anny. "Enado Precious." She also has a blond curly hair like Mary, the only difference is the length. Mary's own is way more longer than her's. "Piper White." You know the bitch. Pipe. "Olivia smith." A dirty blond, very slim or perhaps bony Structure. She looks like a model already. Born a model I guess. Olive. "Hak Ah-in" white, cute, black haired and hot red lips. Just what you see in the movies.

And here every single wolf is white. “Do you like it?” suddenly a woman’s voice asks me from behind, making me startle. I thought that I am alone here. I looked at her and my heart stopped. It can’t be, but she looks just the way I’ve heard. Tall, slim, with white blonde hair long until her waist, braided and decorated with little shining stars. Her skin is so white and pure that you could say that she doesn’t have even a drop of blood in her system, and maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she is dead too…

hahaha It doesn't, I heard the voice, my wolf, Purple say. I looked up at the mirror to brush and I almost screamed out my lungs in horror. I touched my hair, My hair!...Why is my hair white with strands of red? Purple, what did you do to me? I have a thick black hair!!! I touched my new hair, it was soft and so silky, I never knew white hair could fit a person this way, I didn't even look old. You're so special Rena. Who is Rena??? You don't know who Rena issss?,,,,,,.......

There were a lot of things going on around me that I could barely keep up with myself. I began to hear footsteps approaching and immediately, I knew who it was. I looked back and watched as she approached me, she looked down at me with her silver-like pupils that seemed to hold a soft emotion like a mother to her child. The color of her hair could not be mistaken for any color other than white, it was as white as the clouds and more whiter than mine. She walked slowly, swaying her hips from side to side and as the rays of the moonlight hit her skin, its colors changed from that of cream to a faint shade of blue like that of the ocean, to the color of the wings of a violet butterfly.

I looked up. Standing near Riven and talking in low tones was a woman unlike anyone I'd ever seen. Silver hair so long it nearly reached her waist, with some sections braided and woven with cowrie shells. She was dressed in pure white robes that somehow stayed clean despite the ash and smoke covering everything else. Her face was beautiful in a way that was almost painful to look at. Too perfect. Too symmetrical. Ageless—she could have been twenty or two hundred. She radiated authority and divinity.

But now, the edges of those memories are fraying, unraveling in my mind like threads I can’t grasp. Caroline growls softly in my head, her voice sharp and protective. “Stay alert. Something’s not right here, Agatha. I don’t trust them.” Neither do I. I watch them carefully, trying to process everything about them. The woman with snow-white hair stands out first, her long, straight locks gleaming like moonlight. Her blue eyes are cold, distant, as though she’s weighing the cost of standing here. Next to her is a woman with copper-colored hair that cascades over her shoulders, her green eyes darting nervously, as though she doesn’t belong.

Further ahead she found something rather odd, some person in a rather dull white gown was seated on a stone flat surface. “Who is that?“ A voice within her wondered, she carefully trudged in the direction the peraon was As she drew clearer, it became obvious it was a woman who seemed rather odd if Lena was to go by her appearance. She had a beautiful white hair, pure white that seemed to glow in the dark, she was pale as pale as the moon and her aura emitted calm. “Who are you?“ Lena asked gently closer to her but keept some distance.

Saphira had no interest on listening to what or why he came, so she continued with what she was doing as if the alpha didn't say anything. She suddenly felt a strange force which is not emitted from a supernatural creature but a human. So she turn around and was greeted by a pair of big black eyes looking at her with amazement. When Terrick drop Epie down, the little girl took in her surroundings. She was looking around when she caught sight of a lady whose hair is so white and her skin as white as snow. She wonder why everything about her is white. She was stacking some bottles on a shelf. She was memorised by her Appearance. Her body looks perfect more than the models she use to see on mag

Worse, if her true identity was discovered she certainly would suffer dearly for it, there was no way she wouldn't. Everything it had taken to become Larissa was stressful. The process of dying her hair alone had taken a toll on her. But the results were splendid. White blonde hair, just like the Lady Larissa had. She didn't know who Larissa was, but if the painting on the wall in the room she was put in happened to be her, then Larissa was a very beautiful and special noble. She was an albino, something the locals called the white ones. Summer changing her hair did little to make them look alike, but Silver Falcon did say the castle had not seen her in years, so it was possible they forgot