Woman Red Hair Novels & Stories

Even though her scent mixes with others, she smells divine. I stand behind her, demanding she will let me wash her, and she agrees, knowing that I might let her in one secret or another. Her dark hair is wet lying on her back, but as I wash her hair, I can see color following the water slowly down to the floor. It's dyed. Her hair is dyed, I realize. I can see small parts of red shine through, and I know that she is probably a read head. Oh, I love redheads. I wash her body, making sure every part of her is clean from that scent, and then I continue with her hair. Her long beautiful hair.

But I can see them swallowing hard, trying to avoid my gaze. “Yeah, sure,” one of them mumbles. “It’s, uh... rare.” I can’t hold it anymore. “It’s just hair, you idiots! It ain’t gonna fucking save her when someone’s trying to slit her throat.” “Still, man. It makes her sexy. The red. Fuck, it compliments her round ass as well.” That's it!

Thankfully, I see a woman break away from the crowd and approach me. “Why hello….if it's not the dark haired beauty of Silver Glow from the Southern Lands”. How am I supposed to respond to that exactly? I offer a stiff smile and lean in to air blow a kiss on either sides of her face. She's a very tall woman, with skin as pale as milk and hair so yellow it looks like molten gold. Could that really be her natural hair colour? Regardless, we definitely can't deny the fact that the north really has so many beautiful gradients of blonde. She doesn't appear to be much older than me but with werewolves, you really can never tell. Most of us just seem to defy time and physics. Her plush lips are dou

I was so unsure of Laura’s ideas. “Kellina here is what I know. There is a red wolf in you, there has to be. It explains so much of what has happened, how your body has changed and especially the red hair,” My mind went back to the red-haired green-eyed woman again. She must have truly been my grandmother. Before we could say anymore Laura was called away leaving me pondering the future.

Bianca sits back on the chair as she slowly takes off her blonde wig. " Tell me, what exactly were you hoping to find when you dropped off at my workplace unannounced?" She asks, as she tosses the blonde wig aside. Bianca stares at me as she unties the pigtail on her red hair. I'm tongue tied as I stare at her. " You seem surprised." She says, whipping her hair around to release the strands. Her red hair is not that long, it's past shoulder length and the strands are curly. " Like I said living someone else's life can be tough, especially when you have to be careful so you don't get caught." She says as I watch her take off her double eyelids.

My heart did the small, traitorous hop of someone who was about to learn they were the subject of someone else’s plans. “The warriors on the battlefield that day testified that she had a towering form for an omega wolf, it was more of an Alpha size and her strength was beyond normal?” the advisor said. His tone was even, like a man folding a shirt. “She moves like them,” another voice said. “Not exactly, but one thing we greatly ignored was the colour I hear hair—the red hair. The one notable thing from that bloodline was their shiny red hair and that's exactly what she has.” My stomach turned cold. I kept my fingers in my skirts because the cloth was the only thing that held me steady.

He rubbed his oily chin, thinking. "She was so gorgeous, I still can picture her beautiful face clearly. She had beautiful, long, wavy red hair. The brightest I've ever seen. Like fire in the sunlight. Her skin is as white as snow, yet it radiates a warm feeling. The only fair way to describe her remarkable beauty is to describe her as a goddess..." I felt like my world had spun out of control to hear that. "You said red hair?" I repeated, voice barely a whisper. "Yes. Why?"

Hearing my wolf's comment, I sniffed the air around my wife, and it was starting to shift as well. ‘Was her hair even like that?’ “Now that you mention it, I’ve been noticing the tip of her hair was turning bloody red, faint but now, they were spreading.” My eyes went narrow as I checked my wife's hair carefully. Her usual dark brunette hair started to have a bloody tint at the end, though it wasn’t noticeable since her changes were just blooms. ‘Do you think it has something to do with her awakening that her guardians were saying about her?’

Fucking typical. Ryan followed my eyes, then rolled his. “Leave it alone, man. It’s not worth it.” “Agreed.” The woman was a looker. There was no doubt about it. She had flaming red hair and matching lipstick, wearing a skintight white dress that revealed ample cleavage. “That’s why I don’t get involved with women. They’re all the same.” “What? And you get involved with men?” He laughed. I flipped him off. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.