White Beard Name Novels & Stories

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

"What if something has happened to him? We need to know." Bart was a middle-aged man with little white hair on his head and a well-groomed beard on his face. He had a rough and weathered appearance, with deep lines etched into his forehead and around his mouth. Despite his rough exterior, he had a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made him seem approachable.

It was actually an old man with white hair and white beard in a long, white robe. “Ahh—”

The baseball card guy has his table laid out, and the cheese woman is here. There’s a man loitering by the honey table. I haven’t seen him before. Shroomforager3000 said to look for a man with a beard, and this guy definitely has a beard. It’s waxed and pointy like a goat’s. His mustache swoops. He’s wearing a short-sleeve collared shirt under a brown velvety vest. He looks like a cross between a lumberjack and a yodeler. He sees me, and his lips curl. I am a wolf, and his smile seems wolfish.

She didn't even attempt to meet them! "The servant has returned..." the king's right hand spokesman announced into his master's ear. He was a thin man with a receding hairline but if there was one thing he was known for, it was his beard hair, nine inches long and sometimes he braided it to keep it out of harm's way. He considered his beard hair dignity and refused to shave it off. Most people referred to him as the hair man, the royal family inclusive. "But I don't see the fourth princess anywhere." He gulped.

He paid respects to her. Phoebe smiled and patted his shoulder. She asked. “What's your name?” The warrior blinked rapidly, he was stunned that she asked for his name. He didn't have any importance because he was too weak and could serve as the messenger;therefore, no one ever asked for his name. “My name is Walter,” He replied. “Walter…that's such a nice name, do you have a family or are you single?” Phoebe asked with her sweet smile that could charm anyone.

“Now who is this gentleman?” Before I could give an answer, Beowulf already walked up to her with a hand held out. “A pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is Beowulf Howler. I’m the father of Hailey and Helix.” My eyes dilated at how he introduced himself. What happened to the promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone about that? Then again, he never agreed to it… I turned my attention to Miss Georgia, wondering what her reaction was to this reveal.

The healer was a wise and experienced figure, respected by the members of the pack for his knowledge and skill in medicine. He was an older man, with a kind and gentle face. He had a white beard, and his hair was grey and tied back in a ponytail. He was tall and thin, with a stooped posture, a result of spending hours bent over his patients. He had a calm and soothing manner, and his hands were steady and sure as he tended to the wounded. He was considered as the backbone of the pack and was always ready to help when needed. He had a vast collection of herbs, potions, and salves that he used to heal the wounded and the sick. He was also knowledgeable in the art of divination and was often so

Finally, he emerged into the night light and both Darius and I got a better look at him. A full white beard and long white hair covered his wrinkled face line a mane. He wore a blue and white cloak with shadows of wolves knitted on. At first glance, you would think he was just a crazy old mountain man. But the glint in his dark eyes told me all I needed to know. I stood up straight, my eyes never leaving him. “Harold.” I spoke. The old man narrowed his eyes at Darius and I. For a second I thought he wouldn’t recognise us.

He knocked and shivered. "You poor thing," I grin looking at his red nose and cheeks. A young man answered and Nyx explained who we were and what we wanted. His name was Tomas and he led us to a sitting area. The room was very warm and I waved my fur coat away and relaxed on the large couch. I watched as a large man with hair as white as Nyx's entered the room. His eyes were golden and he eyed Nyx cautiously. "I'm Beowulf and you?" he grins looking at us both.