White Beard Name Novels & Stories

he spoke. "This is Vikas also known as Vicky" he pointed to a guy who had dark silky long hair till his shoulders. He had a long moustache which made him look manly with a dark beard. He looked quite tall and was very good looking. He sent me a wink "Hey" he said making me smile at him nervously.

My head turned to the source of the voice. There stood a man in a pitch-black suit, silky cobalt shirt underneath, neatly polished shoes giving off powerful aura from that intense stare of electric blue eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses placed on the crooked nose. The bloke’s slightly wrinkled hand was on the air, spread out, gaze fixed on the locket above the floor. Once again, my eyes took in his appearance before resting on the unnaturally long white beard up to his chest and the styled curled locks on the man’s forehead. Guess that’s why Brandon calls the man Snow Beard.

Without wasting any time, he disappeared from that spot. After nearly 10 seconds, somebody else arrived at that spot. An older man. He possessed a head full of white hair and a long shiny white beard. He was wearing a bright robe with Lions on it. He was Tsa Clan's Patriarch and Tsashi's grandfather Tsaki. Although he looked old, he was full of vitality and strength.

He caressed my hair, and my cheeks, and applauded me for making him proud at the last international contest that took place, assuring me that he was on the move to tame Nikki and bring her back to her senses. "Father, who is that white bearded man?" I asked, suddenly his eyes went blank, as though the question hooked his oxygen. He could not believe I actually saw the man as he was exiting the room. My father was always known for his loneliness, but this white-bearded man who looked so familiar seemed to be closer to him. I needed to know who he was. "He is Carlos. He is very good in tiger combats and eagle claw!" My father said. My eyes brightened as I heard that from him. Did my father jus

said an elderly man, who had suddenly entered the conversation, in a hoarse voice, appearing out of nowhere and dressed in the garb of a nobleman of the early nineteenth century, Smoking a pipe and leaning with his right hand on a black cane, limping with his right foot and coming close to the couple in love. "Who are you?" And where did they come from? Ruslan asked warily. "You will forgive my impoliteness. Absolutely bad. Memory fails. It's not the first time I've lived in the world. You could call me the General-the Colonel in resignation. I have many names, but call me Beelzebub! "A familiar, old-fashioned name. But I can't remember who that name belonged to. Such a name is rare. Is th

It was a strong fashion statement. “What if you disguised yourselves?” A big hat and dark glasses probably wouldn’t cut it. “Maybe shave your beards?” There was a gasp from the assembled druids. “No, no, we can’t do that.” “Why not?” I asked “They’ll grow back?” There was a swish of branches behind me. “The beards hide what they really are,” said the tree. “Wilbur, please, we’re trying to have a meeting.” “My name is Xesar, not Wilbur.”

It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. She smiled a dazzling smile at me, but all I could see in her was a witch of moronic proportions. She actually thought I’d accept her as my queen. “Your Majesty, you have finally arrived,” said one of the kiss-ass council members I called as Lord Beard because he had a beard so long it touched his waist. This man had been in my father’s council since the day he made this kingdom. I wasn’t specifically fond of keeping old men as my advisers—or even keeping advisers, for that matter—but since the first king already established such a stupid culture, I allowed it just to keep up appearances.

His nose was somewhat droopy, and his lips were hidden behind his thick, white beard, making it hard to tell what they looked like beneath it. Matthew looked at the elderly man, and a thought crossed his mind—he resembled the person Eugenie had described. However, not wanting to come off the wrong way, Matthew cautiously asked, "Mister, who are you?" The white-bearded old man looked at Matthew and sighed before slowly replying, "My name is Bellamy." Matthew was confused. Was he not just known as the white-bearded old man? How had his name suddenly changed to Bellamy? Had Eugenie remembered wrong, or was this old man hiding his true identity?

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

I could tell he was from scorching sun as he had a tan different from all of us and a smile with a golden tooth laid on one side of his face, flashing it at every given opportunity. “My name is Gareth,” the last man said, as he stood to his feet. I barely heard his name from the amount of beards on his face that mumbled his words. He was a redhead with an orange beard covering his face. You would hardly call him a redhead if you didn’t notice his orange beard as he had a bald head.