White-haired Female Characters Novels & Stories

My newfangled head was of a wolf staring back at me, her eyes a shiny turquoise like mine. But what triggered me the most was the fact I was a pure white. It eventually made me question my heritage and progeny. Pure white was considered strictly royal and even Diana was not pure white, she was a light brown. But every fur on my body appeared white. From what I remember there had been only three ancient female warriors that were pleasured with pure white. But why did I? My blood doesn't belong to the high ranked privilege. And why did I shift so late? Why was it Gray's fault that I did?

He assured There was something wrong with him, but Geneva wouldn’t point it out. She noticed it the first time she saw him when she woke up, the air around him was different, but she couldn’t figure it out. The door opened, and all eyes went towards the woman who entered. She had white hair that looked almost bleached, but it was natural. She had pale blue eyes that made her look like a fantasy being, how fairies were imagined to be. She should be close to 90, but it was obvious she was a beauty.

And soon, people started to chatter like she hadn't just said something. Lena didn't seem moved by any of it. She stood confident and her white hair blew with the breeze. The white wolf. Her hair. Wait. Fuck! So she hadn't dyed it like we all thought? It was a thing common to white wolves for their hair color to transform to White. A characteristic anyone would have ignored but not me. I had read enough about them to know that she was saying the truth. She threw off her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Her cargo pants came next and people stopped talking as they watched her strip. Trevor's father seemed to be waiting for her to do something drastic.

I was their fucking maid a few days ago. Something was obviously weird. I turned about to run away when my eyes caught something that made even my heart stop. My hair.... It was white.

But I wouldn’t be happy. Maya, focus still, unless you want to be called out in front of this large congregation. I advised myself, refocusing on the queen. But just a minute in, after hearing her talk about the unity of the community and how to lend aid to other friendly communities, my mind wandered off, this time to the nature of her hair. It was white. Not milky white or off white. No. It was plain white. Like white white. It flowed down to her waist. It was beautiful. It was glorious. She was the only one with that unique hair color in the whole gathering. She stood out.

Others wandered in circles, muttering to themselves. And at the center of it all, a figure stood waiting. She was ancient, impossibly so. Her skin was the color of old parchment, cracked and fragile, stretched over bones that seemed older than the mountains. Her eyes held the weight of millennia, deep and dark and full of things Lena could not name. Her hair was white as snow and hung to her waist, swaying gently though there was no wind. She wore robes of deep purple that seemed to shift and change in the light, and when she smiled, it was like watching a glacier crack, beautiful and terrifying all at once.

What was shown was at least ten times more than the previous wyverns deployed to the Diamond Duchy war. And then, someone familiar was caught on the screen. She rode atop a massive Alpha Wyvern. She wore a silver dress with black embroidery along its edges. Her hair was white and long, reaching her waist and tied in a ponytail. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly white. Her face was beautiful but twisted. "There she is," Liam growled. Harriet turned to her husband. He was angry and looked almost like he was going to tear that woman's neck off her shoulders through the screen.

“Here she is, alpha. A stubborn lot, if you ask me.” Raymond stamped down the urge to remind the delta that he did not ask him. Instead, he nodded at the men and one of them removed the black head covering. He heard someone gasp behind him, and he didn't need to ask why. The woman had an average look, surely. Yet she had striking features too. Her hair was pure white, cascading down her back to way below her waist like a low-budget Rapunzel. Her eyes, when they landed on Raymond's, were a shocking silvery grey that one would need to look twice at to realise they were not as white as her hair.

She has pure white skin and it was not the milky shining skin like the beautiful stranger but it is pale, or more accurately ghostly pale. I can still feel a stinging pain in my cheek or I would have believed that I am a ghost now. The woman in the mirror has beautiful Hazel eyes and a cute button nose. her heart-shaped lips are blood red. her eyebrows are dark brown but her long hair is white like snow and it made ceslee frown. ' Did I color my hair or it is a wig?' I take a strand of hair and wrap it around my finger then tug it lightly. " urgh. It is not a wig then why it is so rough. I must have died my hair often. Ahhhh. she is me but I never dyed m hair but she did so mean I did."

The one on the right had long white hair that at times looked as though it was silver , she wore a long white dress that made her look like she was floating . The one on the left had long black hair and dark robes with two fierce looking dogs sitting at her sides . “Eulalie , how nice it is to see you . What can I do to help?” The one with white hair asks as the other one rolls her eyes at her. “Oh please sister , she is here to see me” The one with the black hair says before turning back to me . “Well Eulalie , what can we do for you?” I watch the playful interaction between them and although I have an idea who they are I still ask .