Yule Ball Hermione Hair Novels & Stories

Then she said, “We will need your hair for preparation.” I blinked. “My hair?” She nodded. “A piece. To make the potion that opens the gate.” I felt very small at that moment. I thought they would ask for a few short strands; something easy. Lucien leaned closer and said with a soft smile, “Just a bit. It will grow back.” He sounded gentle and the words should have calmed me, but his tone also made me think he expected a little more. I hesitated. I felt very attached to my hair. It had been long and a part of who I was. To cut it felt like cutting a small memory away.

It’s the conversation itself I want to keep private. She’s already here, standing by the pink roses in the far back. Strangely, she’s more... made up than usual. Her bright blonde hair is tied up in some sort of elaborate, braided bun with tendrils dripping down the sides, and her burgundy gown is nice enough to wear at the Moon Goddess Ball. Even from this distance, I notice a lot of makeup and huge eyelashes. “Hey,” I say as I approach. “What’s the get-up for?”

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.

Not all would arrive early as some were always late arrivers. With that I mind-linked Lily to meet me for lunch before we started getting our hair and makeup done. We had hired a couple she-wolves to come in and do our hair and makeup. We had planned that we were going to be super relaxed this year for the Summer Ball. No stress before. No expectations – just to have a good time.

She wasn't looked upon like the weak Omega she was, she got a free body massage, she felt her body relaxed and softened, she was complimented and she felt so special. Xylan stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed in a white ball gown, which was covered with diamond stone. The gown was back free in the upper side, the magic skirt under the down part of the gown helped the down part to formed a mighty ball shape. Her hair was well dressed after being dyed to pure black, her natural hair was brownish in colour. Her hair was clothed with tiny diamonds and pearls, which made it glitters from sides to sides.

he said exasperatedly looking like he wanted to pull his own hair out. "Okay...calm down My Lady. Calm down. What is the matter?" Elle asked Lexi and we all listened in. Lexi calmed down for just long enough to answer.. "My hair is whiiiitteeeeee!!! I look like a grandma...my hair is white. How will i attend my own ball with white hairrr? "She wailed out and thrashed about. Heavens!. So that's what this was about?

Nothing could do that. Not when it’s this color. “I think a French braid will do.” Hidi nods to herself. And I shiver as I feel her long nails graze my scalp. “Your majesty, you don’t-” “It’s Hidi.” Hidi corrects before leaning over to squeeze my shoulders. “And it’s your first ball. I should give you tips.” “Tips?” Hidi nods, turning back to the braid. “I’ve been to many. You hear the juiciest gossip.”

Now he looked more like a certified wizard, with a few glowing brown lines on his neck. He gathered a ball of orange fire and placed it on his hair which immediately absorbed the fireball. Then something amazing happened. His hair grew longer and thicker. Then without warning, they munged at the king. "I see. You are a rare type of wizard too. Not bad." The lycan took out a long golden thorny whip from his spatial ring and flexed it before charging at the enraged prince whose hair had become his weapon. "Die, you scumbag. You don't deserve to marry her," the prince yelled as his hair attacked the opponent wildly.

Perfect pointed nose and cute pink lips. She's curvy, not busty. She's got ass alone but lack b**bs. We're similar heightened. She looks rich. Perfectly beautified with numerous gold, diamond and silver ornaments. She smell wealth. Am guessing she's royalty. "Sorry about Julie's unfriendliness" she lean on the prisoners bed. I nod dumbfounded. So the scary female goes by Julie. Such pretty name for a scary appearance. "Anyways am hermione. The alpha's younger sister".

Carlos stated and everyone agreed but I kept silent at the fact that she had dyed her hair and cut it as well. "Good idea," I was about to sprint off before Seth added that detail. "Her hair color is different now," he said but I was barely interested in his speech so I left in hand surprisingly none of the Alphas stopped me. I found Reign and when we located Hermoine, she was in a pool of her own blood unconscious. "Fuck!!!! No!!!" I cursed as I took her in my arms and repeatedly called out to her to not leave me alone. "Baby I'm sorry I exposed you to so much danger, please don't leave me." Tears flowed from my eyes and I realized how much I truly cared about her.