White Beard Name Novels & Stories

Jon started. “How doin’,” the face attached to the hand said. “I’m Brian Elder.” A withered man, fitting his name, somewhere between seventy and eighty, though still spry. He was nearly hairless, with a close-cropped crown of white that blended seamlessly into his alabaster skin. The rest, eyebrows, nose, ears, cheeks, and chin, were scraped as clean as they could be. So white was he that it was nearly impossible to tell where his teeth began and gums ended. He might’ve been mistaken for an albino if not for his deep black eyes.

Alright then… here goes. “…I want a detailed introduction about yourself.” Somehow, he made a grin. “…How troublesome.” He said. “Because of various reasons, I can’t tell you my name— you could call me ‘principal’. I’m 37, but I think I look younger than that. As you can see, I had Amnesia a few days back and had just completely recovered this morning. I’m a human, and my blood type is ‘N+’. I was born with a genetic disorder known as ‘Albinism’, that’s why I had white hair at this age. If you dare call me a ‘White Rabbit’, I will seriously strangle you right on this very spot.”

An old man with white beard and hair followed him in a vigorous manner. The man seemed to be in his 80s or 90s, with a long beard floating in front of his chest. His hair, beard and eyebrows were all white, like silver needles, but he was in good spirits. He was strong, ruddy, and looked like a male lion. He had an imposing manner and not one wrinkle on his face. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, giving people an odd feeling since he had white hair and a youthful face. He was Lu Xiongfei, the first master in the Snow Province, and the former president of the Tranquility Academy.

Men I’ve known since I was an infant, mind you. Zephyr Bakirtzis is the definition of a useless neanderthal. He’s 56 with sickly white skin, brown bushy eyebrows, and a salt and pepper beard that is so unkept that it’s varying in length. His hair is a mid-length mousy brown and if it weren’t for his beard and hair flopping into his eyes, he’d look emaciated. The man seriously needs more red meat in his diet. The dark brown suit he’s wearing is hanging off him and doing nothing for his complexion.

I could see name plates with dates listed under them. “Look-” I started to say. “King Alfredius.” The man said standing up. He had a full black beard with shortened hair. He was rather muscular and wore ivory colored robes with a silver rope around his waist. As he walked over to me, I could see that he had a badge with the Royal Family crest. He lifted my chin and smiled gently. “Do you know who I am?” “You just said King Alfredius.” I replied plainly.

Blackwheel looked shocked as he tried to compare his immunity with that of the man he had met a few times in his long life. "I know the master," Blackwheel said. "I have met him before. It was during a long journey to a lonely island in Asia. But that was a very long time. He is not just a man. He is more than a man. He has long flowing hair and a sharp teeth that can suck life out of any living creature. He is a terrible beast you wouldn't want to meet in real life." "That is very true. I have heard what you just said from many people who have come in contact with him," Alberto shook his head. "They say he has lived for more than two millenniums now. Some even claim he is older than the big

Caddel interrupted quickly. “I'm sorry” I apologized, and he glared at me. Laughing, we continued walking back to the forest. On our way there, we spotted an old man walking towards us. His bag was made of animal hair and his long beard almost touched his chest. “Doesn't he seem like a healer?” Caddel asked. I found his assumptions a bit silly. “Just because he has a bald head doesn't technically mean he is a healer. Don't go making stupid assumptions like that!” I scolded him, and he rolled his eyes at me. “You'll be shocked to find out he's one,” he said before heading towards him.

(Quara Raedrim) Her calm voices, made every single listeners, eager and focused on listening the interviews of one of the Visma nation prominent figures. Though to a far nations, the Name Viscount Baxter Anderton or War Bear were not well known, but many that has been to the Twin Star city or participate in the Visma Wars, knew about the man.

"I've been searching for answers, and I was told that you might be able to help me." The sage old man appeared slightly different from the image I had seen on the internet. Maybe it was the picture quality or maybe the picture was taken a while back. His features were worn with age and wisdom, and his eyes seemed to hold a depth of knowledge that I could only imagine. My eyes could not help but notice a black leaf-like spot in his all-white beard standing out, rooting from below his lower lip.

a voice called from behind I turned at once and saw a man with a white beard, dressed in a white suit "Who are you sir?, and how do you know my name?" I asked my mother and sister walked to where I stood and they greeted the old man before me "I guess we haven't met each other in a better circumstance but that's about to change, I'm Edwin Pendragon, the great and fearless man, and also the biggest oil mogul," he said