White Beard Name Novels & Stories

His graying white hair and snowing beard added a touch to his unearthly aura. He was the master of Fleming Manor, Adeptus Cirrus!

The white bearded old man glanced at Tadhg Walter for a moment, then he saw Tadhg Walter coming. "You still have a familiar aura on your body, it's that old man of the tortoise, corn... The remnant soul just dissipated not long ago, it seems that he has lived for a long time in the end." The old man mumbled, and didn't pay attention to Tadhg Walter at all, completely deciding there for himself. "Which side are you from?" Tadhg Walter asked softly. "Me? You're just a wild spirit, there's no need to say a useless name." That old man is also a gentle man, he does not want to tell Tadhg Walter his name.

Back in the village where everything began, two older men were engaged in conversation. They sat on small stools within a well-lit hall with small bowls filled with mead before them. Both had heads full of grey hair and wrinkled faces. However, that was where their similarities ended. Whilst one of them was relatively dashing yet ordinarily dressed, the other had several peculiar piercings all over his body. As if that wasn’t enough, he had ornaments of iron hugging his wrist and ankle joints. His eyes were entirely white in color, and his expression that of total nonchalance. These two old men where Old fan and Chief Doctor Kaka.

I commanded harshly. He wore charcoal formal pants, a matching dressed shirt with a couple buttons undone. His dark blonde hair was sleeked back, polished in his appearance despite the chaos. A matching beard that was perfectly trimmed while his built resembled a Viking. He appeared to be in his late thirties, prominent lines upon his forehead yet he looked completely at ease. My brows furrowed, he was confident in the face of the King. Which only meant one thing, he was the leader of The Rebel’s Creed – Bjorn.

His neatly-styled handlebar mustache curled in either direction of his face. “Some retain beards from mortality,” he continued, “but cannot grow them back if they are shaven. We, the Immortal Beard Society, propose that a man cannot truly be a man unless he can grow facial hair even after he has become immortal.” “Here, here!” barked the other men. Loretta bit her fist to stifle her giggles. “It is time we welcomed our new applicants,” said Mr. Pervis. He gestured to a small group of gentlemen sitting in a line of chairs. The Immortal Beard Society regarded these applicants with henceforth-unimpressed eyes.

The middle-aged man glanced at Severin, then stood up, and said to Severin, "Didn't he ever tell you what his name is?" Severin smiled awkwardly and said, "Hehe, come to think of it, no, he hasn't. I call him Old Wacko because everyone calls him that, and he calls me Little Wacko!" "Old Wacko? Little Wacko?" The middle-aged man's lips twitched a few times before he said, "His name is Hartmut Waldenberg and I am his junior, Wuhlricht Blausch!" "Oh, so his name is Hartmut!"

"He had a clean-shaven beard and a neat mustache. His voice is very sweet and can make a lady feel horny" "Wow! What is his name?" "His name is Alex Wayne. He owns an enterprise" "Interesting, you are very lucky then" "I met the wrong person" "How?" "The room I entered was occupied by a billionaire, not George Chulley" "Billionaire? Are you serious?"

By her father’s beard, these photographs had to be taken within the year or so of their death. Her dad had started growing it out a year earlier and at the time of his death, it had only just became something that looked like an actual beard. Her dad was cursed with, as he called it, a baby face and he wanted to grow out the beard to look more ‘manly’. Gail remembered he was talking about letting it grow super long, so when he went gray, he’d look like a real wizard.

"So?" asked the black-haired man. "What do you think?" "Alright," Wilbur said after giving it some thought. "Let's do it. I'll kill the snow wolves, you'll sell their pelts. I think I should at least get your name, though." "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! How rude of me. The name's Saber Farring. What about yours?" "Wally Yonder." "Nice to meet you, Wally. I'm counting on you to get those wolfskins for us now."

The announcer said, “Please everyone, meet the one and only Daniel Watson!” The lights dimmed and down the stairs came Daniel Watson. He came down the stairs with a big and bright smile at everyone. He was an elderly man in his sixties. He had a full set of hair. It had white hair throughout. He also had a short and stubby white beard. He was quite fit and good looking. One could tell from one look that he was quite handsome when he was young.