Ebony Old Man Romane & Geschichten

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Nan’s claw dug deeper into the hostage’s neck as Adrian knocked. The door creaked, opening just enough for a single eye to peek through. An old man stood there, gaunt yet solid, his long white hair matted, his beard yellowed at the ends. His coat was heavy and stained, and his face, though aged to seventy winters, was hard as stone. His eye flicked over them, narrowing. Then he pulled the door half-shut again. “I smell only one of my clan, the old man rasped, voice like gravel. The rest carry foreign stench. Who the hell are you?”

The tension in the dimly warehouse was palpable. Gray, sat across Old man,while Theo and remaining of Gray men were with Old man men. Old man whose desperation was etched on his face. The deal was simple: Old man would acquire the whole media house of Gray in Creek town for the exchange of saving Lena . “You’ve got my word,”Old man assured, his voice was trembling slightly. “I am only signing this papers,transfer the ownership,whatever you want,once I see my son healthy and strong.” Gray replied boring his eyes into Old man soul.

His gaze flickered across the dimly lit space, taking in the shelves lined with dried plants, the small firepit still smoldering in the corner, and finally—the old man sitting in the creaking rocking chair. Baba looked to be in his seventies, his features worn with age but still sharp. His hair was completely white, a stark contrast to his deep blue tail, which was heavy and coiled lazily beneath him. His eyes were closed, but the slow, steady rocking of his chair showed he was very much awake. Then, in a voice deep and slow, he spoke. "Ayaan..." Ashwin stiffened. The old man cracked one eye open, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

His face was a map of scars, one eye milky and dead, the other a piercing, brilliant violet. "You did well, Ethan," the old man said. His voice was a dry rattle, like dead leaves in a chimney. "The Panopticon is exactly as I envisioned it. A perfect cage for a perfect species." "Who the fuck are you?" I stepped in front of Caleb. My growl was a physical vibration that rattled the windowpanes. "I'm the architect." The old man smiled, showing teeth that were made of solid silver. "I'm the reason your father went mad. I'm the reason the Brooks line exists."

“Then he is lost forever’’ the old man mused; ‘‘for anyone taken in the dark forest never saw the sun again, go back while you still can young prince for your friends has been claimed by the god of despair for now as we speak Elegbara may be drinking their blood, using their skulls as cup.’’ “Then Elegbara has taken his last meals on this earth for if he does not hand over my friends in peace I will take them in pieces.’’ I raged. “Bold words from a brave man," the old man cried clapping his hands, "Ogun the Orisha of iron and warfare said the same before he beheld the daemon deity and give ground, he is an Orisha, you are just a mere mortal, what did you have that Ogun does not.’’

In this organism consisting of gigantic muscles and bones that is made for squeezing money out of all things, a head seemed to me really quite superfluous. Who, now, can conceive my astonishment when, standing facing one of these fabulous beings, I arrived at the conviction that a billionaire is a human being like all the rest! I saw there comfortably reclining in an armchair a long, wizened old man, who held his brown, sinewy hands folded across a body of quite ordinary dimensions. The flabby skin of his face was carefully shaved. The underlip, which hung loosely down, covered solidly built jaws, in which gilded teeth were stuck. The upper lip, smooth, narrow and pallid, scarcely moved when

Seeing no one, Gabby shut her robe and turned to the doorway. Perhaps the door was simply loose. As she turned to the doorway, she heard a voice. "Almost there," a frail voice from up the stairway said. An old man, at least ninety, was descending the long, elegant staircase. He clutched a walking crutch in his hand and steadily made his way down the stairs until he was face-to-face with Gabby. "Well hello, young lady," the man said. He looked at her with his dark eyes and narrow brows. He let out a smile, pleased to have such a lovely woman as a visitor. Gabby grinned.

“I—I was nearby when it happened. I didn’t see much, but… I heard things. Things I don’t think were meant to be heard.” Stefan stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “Go on,” he said quietly. “Tell me everything.” The old man’s weathered hands trembled slightly as he spoke, his voice rasping through the still, heavy air of the forest clearing. “I’m a hunter,” he began, eyes shifting between Alpha Stefan and the mutilated bodies nearby. “I specialize in monkeys mostly… been climbing trees and tracking game since I was a boy. That night—the night of the Moon Festival—I had gone deep into the woods, chasing movement. I was perched high up in the branches of a baobab tree when I saw… them.”