Older Man Novels & Stories

“Commander, you’re still so efficient, and you’re never procrastinating. That’s why I’m devoted to you. If I were a woman, I would be willing to be your mistress.” Thomas rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t joke.” The two were talking. Right then, an old man walked out of an inner room. He clapped and complimented, “The problem has been solved so easily. The God of War is still so outstanding.” Huh? There was another enemy? Tigris looked over and saw that it was a gray-haired old man with wrinkles all over his face. He should be seventy or eighty years old. Although he was very old, he had a very good spirit.

Seeing all their hand stretched out, I quietly picked up my glass of water that was right beside me. “I’m fine. It is just a small cough.” I mumbled and drank my water. “I am sorry that I startled you.” Grandpa Haven apologized. “Grandpa why are you apologizing. She is the one that is a scaredy cat.” Someone suddenly as I looked up to see who it is that just spoke. And yet again, It was another elderly man must older than Haven. He looked like he was in his 60s but he is also calling Grandpa Haven, Grandpa? How?!

Sheldon, who was fifty years old, looked at the old man in front of him before he said respectfully, “Hello, Grandpa Mason! It has been a long time since I last saw you!” The old man smiled slightly before he touched his beard and said happily, “You must be Sheldon, right? When I last saw you, you were still a young man. You should be more than forty years old now, right?” Sheldon replied respectfully, “Grandpa Mason, I am already fifty years old now. However, I do not look as energetic as you even though you’re older than me!” The old man smiled as he said, “How can I still be considered as an energetic person? I already have one foot in the grave!”

Even if they could vouch for the masters, it would not be convincing enough. “I’ve met them before. I can verify their identities.” An old voice came from the direction of the manor’s gates. The place was silent. Therefore, the old voice could be heard clearly. Everyone looked toward the source of the voice. It belonged to an elderly man in his nineties. He was in good health. Although he had a cane in one hand, he did not need support from anyone else. It seemed he had spoken right after getting out of a car and was walking toward the crowd.

8 meters appeared. The old man was dressed in a green robe, with a green square scarf wrapped around his head. He was dressed strangely. His goatee and beard were all white, and his eyes were sunken. There was a fierce light in his eyes, which was terrifying. Looking at his face, the old man was in his 70s or 80s, but he was full of spirit and looked fierce. The two talismans that Aunt Mei had just cast all touched the old man's chest, making him very painful.

The old man said, grinning. "Not everyone has a chance to serve you. I can't remember how long I've lived, and I've forgotten my age. I've seen many great people, but I’ve never seen anyone like you." the old man said with a smile. "You flatter me, don't you?" Jason said with a smile. "No, no. At such an old age, lying is tiring," the old man said with a smile.

"Prodigal or not, I'm laird of this house." "Not yet, you're not, brother." I grip Giovanni's arm when he takes another menacing step forward. But when we hear another set of footsteps, he stops. An older man appears. He must be in his seventies and he's dressed formally in a dark suit. He stops upon seeing Giovanni, surprise in his eyes. A moment later, he smiles warmly. Giovanni takes him in, and nods in greeting. I wonder if he can speak. If he's able to because his eyes betray his emotions. I wonder if the others can see it. See the loss.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT Dante walks into his study and slams the door behind him. His jaw is clenched. Red eyes blazing. Every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained violence. And sitting in one of the leather chairs near his desk, uninvited, unwelcome, is an older man. Late sixties. Gray hair. Weathered face. Wearing traditional clothing that marks him as someone important. Someone with authority. One of the elders. "Why the fuck are you here?"

To make his point clear, he raised his brown in awe. “A feast will be ready soon at the banquet hall,” said the old man with what would have been a twinkle in his eye. “I cannot see you, but I can smell you alpha.” He grinned impishly. The map of wrinkles on his face told of the most incredible journey. His eye lines told of laughter, of warm smiles, and affection. His forehead told of worries past and worries present. But mostly they were so deeply ingrained they told a man who had traveled through many centuries to that moment; to stand here as an old man, beaten and forlorn. To be dismissed as "old" when he was so much more than the sum of his parts.

I said smiling but she shook her head. "Nope, he's grumpy." She said and the door opened. "Hello?" An old man asked. He looked to be in his Eighties and I only hoped he was one of those sorcerers in Afinis who looked younger than their age. "Good day, sir. We're travelers. " Alya said and the man nodded and opened the door wider. "Please come in." He said and we did. His home was modest and full of antiques. "You can sit." He said and we did.