White Beard Name Novels & Stories

The old man chuckled and said, "A name is just a name. What's so good about it? I've had many names. Some people called me Wang Xu; some called me Wang Chan, Xuanweizi, Ghost Valley Sage..." He sounded indifferent when he talked about himself; he was seemingly unenthusiastic with those titles. 'What?' Darryl felt as if there was a clap of thunder in his mind as his body stiffened, and he felt confused. 'Gho... Ghost Valley Sage?' 'This old man is the Ghost Valley Sage—the most phenomenal person on earth?'

Seti cornered a tall, long white-haired man with a long white beard in white robes. “I will, yes, you and the others must be careful. I do not trust Sheamus Ainsley, nor the company he keeps.” Leif patted Seti on the back as he turned to slowly leave. Leif was the oldest man living in the kingdom, he had a long face, long narrow nose, and small black eyes. His white robes drug the floor as he walked with a bad limp carrying his staff.

said the old man while stroking his long beard up to his knees. His wrinkled face showed how old the man was. His body was hunched over and had a tanned skin color. A long black robe with a unique tree-shaped symbol sweeping across the floor was his trademark. This man was one of the most renowned healers in the entire country. On the other hand, he was also Winter and Nevada’s teacher as a child. “Greetings to you, Master Fang,” Winter said with a tone of anxiety and fear. This made the great master stare at Winter with an astonished look. It was unusual for Winter to show his emotions.

A dog howled and whined loudly inside the cabin, alerting the people who had broken in. A split second later, the doorknob twisted and the massive wooden door groaned open. A short man with beady eyes and a scruffy beard gazed out at them from the other side. His white hair was casually arranged atop his wide face and head. His facial hair was patched with grey streaks here and there. The lumberjack image was completed by the man's farmer shirt and Levi's pants. He looked like he was in his seventies.

for sure. I was still trying to figure out where the smells were coming from when I noticed the thick, white smoke in the air. The smoke took on the shape of a person. I took two small steps back and tightened up, getting ready to kill whatever it was. When the smoke cleared, a very, very black old man stood in front of me. He wore pure white clothes that looked like sheets on his body. He has long hair and beards that are both pure white and grey. He doesn't have any black hair or beard. He looked right at me and grinned.