Ebony Old Man Novels & Stories

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.

“Oh! So you are her boyfriend. I bet you were so handsome when you were young. But you’re still a grandpa, why are you dating her? Is she that good in bed?” “I know your type,” grandpa said, sipping on his glass of water, as if he was preparing a long lecture. “You’re one of those that like to shame everyone. You project your insecurities onto those who don’t give a shit about you and you always hang out with the boss of the school like a lackey. What makes you think you can sit at our table?” “C’mon! old man, chill. I am Ebony’s friend so I thought I would drop by and greet you. I wanted to know who she was with. Look over there!” she pointed at their table. “We’re all there. It’s not like

A weathered cabin emerged, its sagging wood surrounded by overgrown pines, looking untouched for years. “This is the place?” I asked, scanning the desolate area. No scents, just damp earth and pine. Jason nodded. “Yeah, that’s it.” I parked the Impala and stepped out, my boots sinking into the soft ground. Jason trailed behind as I approached the cabin’s door. I knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet. The door creaked open, revealing an old man, with skin as brown as chocolate. His face was etched with age, and his gray eyes sharp. His white hair was a tangled mess, and he smelled of woodsmoke and herbs.

So much for imagining him as a weathered, hunched-over old man. The Cove branch family patriarch was somewhere in his mid- to late seventies, and the sparse bit of hair that sprouted in a ring around his otherwise baldpate was snowy white. But that was where the ode to aging began and ended. Jonah was an easy six-four, maybe an inch taller. But where Calder had a fair share of hard-earned muscle lining his frame, Jonah was simply a hulk of a man, born and bred. Broad at the shoulder, thick through the chest, solid shank arms, and big, meaty fists. The lower half was just as imposing, legs thick and long as sturdy oaks, set on feet that likely required special-ordered boots. It would take mor

Kronos offered the old man a hand to help him up, which the elder accepted gratefully. “ Thanks lad!” He chirped. He had pale winkley skin, the top of his head bald, but the gray hair at the back of the head reached the middle of his back. His left eye was milky white, his right eye pale blue. He had only a few yellow teeth remaining and stood with a hunch in his back. For clothing, he wore a white shirt and brown pants made out of cowhide with open-toed sandals.

Sally was stunned and looked up at the old man. "You could tell?” "Of course I could tell!” The old man rolled his eyes coldly. "Don’t you know who I am?" "I am Jordan Tate, a thousand-year-old fox!" "How dare this little goblin act out in front of me? I’d say that she’s still wet behind the ears!” As he said that, the old man lifted his hand and gently stroked Sally's face that had been slapped by Queenie. "Does it hurt?"

Though no longer young, the old man carried himself with remarkable authority, and his eyes radiated the absolute dominance of an unrivaled ruler. The man was Grand Mr. Bronson. "Watch your mouth, you bastard!" Grand Mr. Bronson roared. His deep baritone voice thundered with intimidation, instantly silencing every whisper throughout the room. Kyle clutched his burning, throbbing cheek. The corner of his eye twitched as overwhelming shock overtook him. He recognized the man standing before him. This elderly gentleman was a living legend in the international business world, the head of a business empire that stood far above Stevens Corporation.

I heard a voice, the fucking old lady was about to scream when I covered her mouth with my palms, “Granny…!” The voice kept calling while coming closer, the old lady struggled to break free from my hold, she's really stubborn, I had no choice but to start stabbing her I gave her nine stabs on her tummy and slowly pulled away as she fell in her pool of blood on the bed, I began looking all over the room for the phone but heck! It was almost like it turned invincible and I couldn't find it, “You’re never going to find that phone” The old lady muttered in between death smiling as blood gushed out of her mouth,