White Beard Novels & Stories

His hair, beard, and eyebrows were completely white, and he was walking over to them slowly with a cane in his hand. When Charlie saw the old man, he felt that he should be well over a hundred years old. Although he was already very old, his walking posture was surprisingly stable with the help of his walking cane. It was already December and yet, the old man was only wearing very thin clothing, but he did not appear to feel cold at all. Moreover, his walking cane seemed to be a little different. Charlie had already seen many old people’s walking cane. Most old people’s walking canes would have a dragon head carved on its handle. However, this old man’s cane had a python carved on its handle

she added before she pointed in my direction. I took a good look at Grandpa Ben, and he didn’t look like a grandfather at all. True, his hair was grey, and it shone underneath the mild sunlight. His overall appearance, however, was too young to be a grandfather. He wore a humble attire: a white shirt with brown pants, brown suspenders, and finished off with a pair of black shoes. His greyish-white beard was beautifully placed on his chin, and on his chin alone. The rest of his face was clean.

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.

I pleaded with the red-eyed man. His expression changed to one of ponder and I could see every line on his overly wrinkled face twitching. He had to have looked at least seventy years old, but from what I knew about witches and warlocks, he was probably a lot older than that. He had a long, pointy white beard that laid on his chest. If he had a kinder, fatter face, you could have mistaken him for Santa, but he was thin and frail looking. Maybe Santa's crack addict brother.

Of the five there, there was one who stood out because he had a head full of white hair. Even though the man had a head full of white hair, he did not look old. It seemed like the white hair was just a special characteristic of his. The white-haired man frowned and said, "Francis Lloyd, haven't you had enough? It's been an hour, and you haven't even broken a single outer shell. The ones waiting behind you are about to go crazy."

that man, who has a long white beard, that reaches past his neck, spoke out loud into the room. That man is old and his skin is wrinkled. He is tall and well built. His eyes are sharp and the color is a unique blue. That eyes are the trait of the royals. Only royalty would inherit those eyes and that eyeshade. No one else. "Lord Alpine" another man came inside the room, this one is a little short, or it must be the permanent bend on his back, which is making him look smaller. His back is hunched and that's making his upper back between his shoulders round, forcing the man to bend forward permanently.

He said, playing clueless. "Okay now, dey there." Ada rolled her eyes, not really wanting to go into explanation. Ope just grinned at her, his arms playing with his growing beards. He had just several strands which dangled in the breeze, this added to his manly appearance. Their school had a thing against beards so it looked like he had just shaved. The 5'o'clock shadow evident on his face. Now why the heck are you observing the not your type boy, Ada?

I’m momentarily taken aback by the almost caricature way he has of talking. He’s in his older years with greying fluffy hair, glasses, and a balding head. His midriff is round and portly, which makes his white lab coat look restrictive and emphasizes he’s wider in size than in height. I can tell the second he walks in that he’s not wolf; I mean you would never see a wolf in this bad a physical shape and we definitely do not go bald. Grey over time, but none of that human aging flaws like developing weight or saggy bits. Definitely no losing hair. Wolves stay in their prime until they cash out past the hundred and so years we live for, and this guy looks like he’s maybe hitting human sixty at

He looks old to hear such sounds from distance like that but Sa'eed won't question it since it is said that anyone who holds the Holy Book dear to him, Allah will never abandon Him. The man has long white beard touching his upper chest some strands of the hairs are reddish brown which means he has dyed it with henna. His eyes are squinted in his circle glasses that is ruled by golden sticks to keep them on his face while the rim looks to not be there because of how neat it is. His skin is fair even with his old age while his head is tied in white cloth, Sa'eed could only wish to learn how to do that.

His voice was still very hoarse. “Three out of three. Did budha touch you while you were in here?” He wheezed and I was once again struck by how much different he looked now. A small part of me thought about the fact that apart from the weight loss, Pierce with a big beard was pretty hot. I don’t know why he never considered keeping one. He was a sexy man now, add the beard, and women would literally take their panties off. What I would give to have that rubbing against-and there I was ogling a man in decline. I turned the tap on and watched the bowl fill up.