Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

Seeing no one, Gabby shut her robe and turned to the doorway. Perhaps the door was simply loose. As she turned to the doorway, she heard a voice. "Almost there," a frail voice from up the stairway said. An old man, at least ninety, was descending the long, elegant staircase. He clutched a walking crutch in his hand and steadily made his way down the stairs until he was face-to-face with Gabby. "Well hello, young lady," the man said. He looked at her with his dark eyes and narrow brows. He let out a smile, pleased to have such a lovely woman as a visitor. Gabby grinned.

“I—I was nearby when it happened. I didn’t see much, but… I heard things. Things I don’t think were meant to be heard.” Stefan stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “Go on,” he said quietly. “Tell me everything.” The old man’s weathered hands trembled slightly as he spoke, his voice rasping through the still, heavy air of the forest clearing. “I’m a hunter,” he began, eyes shifting between Alpha Stefan and the mutilated bodies nearby. “I specialize in monkeys mostly… been climbing trees and tracking game since I was a boy. That night—the night of the Moon Festival—I had gone deep into the woods, chasing movement. I was perched high up in the branches of a baobab tree when I saw… them.”

He looked to be in his seventies. Silver hair. Perfect posture. A charcoal suit that looked tailored to perfection. He smiled politely. Almost kindly. Yet something about him made even Adrian lower his eyes. “So…” The old man said. “We’re finally together.” His gaze swept across the courtyard. Vincent. Adrian. Damien. Grace. Daniel. Noah. Then it stopped on Elena. “There you are.” Elena instinctively stepped closer to Damien. The old man smiled. “You have your mother’s eyes.” “And your father’s stubbornness.”

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.

An elderly man stood on the pathway, wearing a simple gray suit and carrying a wooden cane. His silver hair moved gently in the breeze. His eyes… Elaine froze. Those eyes. She had seen them before. Not once. Hundreds of times. “The Keeper,” Adrian whispered. The old man smiled. “I prefer George.” Lily frowned. “…You look like a George.” Elaine nearly laughed. The old man chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He sat beside them without invitation. None of them objected. “You succeeded.” Adrian looked toward him. “Barely.”

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

I snapped back. "Alexis, come down, I'm still at the lobby," Rond said softly. Didn't Bebe go home? I felt a bit guilty, happy to be playing with ugly Zac while Bebe was still waiting for me outside! "Bebe, go home now, okay? Have you eaten?" I asked worriedly. "I'm fine, I just wanted to see you, that's all. Why is that old man so stubborn?" he asked angrily. "I don't know, that ugly old man is just annoying!"

Maybe they should light the alpha office on fire if we are getting rid of beasts…sometimes the biggest monsters are those in a position of power. I quietly let out a breath and tilt my head to try to get a read on Elder Advisor Egan. The man gives me the heebie-jeebies. He’s at least 60 and in decent shape, I guess for a man his age, thanks to shifter genes but, his head is bald I wonder if his wolf is too? I snicker to myself, accidentally drawing attention my way. Egan eyes me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Let an old man in on the joke, sweetheart.” His eyes linger on my barely exposed cleavage for a little too long. Gross.

The only difference between the both of them is the fact that the man has gray hair and not forgetting the gold walking stick he is holding. Son. The old man said as Cross approached him. “Thanks so much son. For accepting this. The man said to him.” “You don't need to thank me dad. I should've done this since.” Cross said and he and his father hugged each other. Mmm_mmm. Immediately they heard that they both stopped hugging. Sorry. About that. Cross said to Illebaye and her family. By the way dad. Meet Mr. And Mrs Ethan Brook and his family. Mr. Brook was once the Beta of the Red Moon pack. Cross introduced.

the old man held the middle aged man's hand and requested "I beg you to protect him, go away from here, stay anywhere but stay safe, we have only him so please take him away" middle aged man replied "please don't say like that, he is like my own son, I will protect him always, but first we should save you" the old man said "no I can't be alive for more time, so forget about me and go" after completing the sentence the old man fell down john screamed "grandpa" the middle aged man felt sad but he needs to protect John because after listening to John's voice those men started searching for them, so using the shortcut the method he took john out from the forest to highway, they entered into city