I Am A Gay Wizard Novels & Stories

Abigail's POV When I heard his voice, it was cool, a familiar voice, but I couldn't tell where I had heard it before. He looked at me as if asking if I wanted Asher to stay. I gave a nod, approving of Asher's decision. "Do I know you?" I asked, this time more curious to know who this mysterious man was. "My name is Zed. I am a Wizard who is in charge of the magic world, " he replied, but this wasn't the answer I was expecting.As if reading my mind, he continued, "This isn't our first encounter, Lady Abigail. When you were

“I did something really awful to Hayden! I know that I’m his mate and the girls told me about the mating outside the species gruesome law and…” Wait a second… I stiffen, blood freezing in my veins for reality just hit me, my father is a wizard and my mother is a human, no? How did they get away from the damn rule? What am I missing? I turn to my dad, blinking nervously. “If you are a wizard then my mom must be a witch, no? If she were a human, you would not be allowed to be here right now, together, am I right or not?” His facial muscles go tense in a blink of an eye, what is he hiding?

After pondering this for a while he thought that maybe he should try looking at it from a different angle. He decided to see if he could try remembering what happened. He remembered when he was younger that he had been quite the player. So he wondered if he might’ve messed with the wrong guy or if he had broken a girl’s heart before he knew he was gay. Frank knew he had dated some people who either were witches or practiced witchcraft. The question weighed on his mind though if there was a curse that could take away a wolf’s ability to shift besides wolf’s bane.

“It still doesn’t explain how you knew how to transform me back. Even a trained healer wouldn’t risk something like that. Our bodies resist outside magic when we’re shifted.” He gave me that smile again, the kind people give when they know something you don’t. It pissed me off. “You want to know who I am so badly?” “I’d prefer that, yes.” He looked at me, long and hard, before finally speaking. “I am Hermes,” he said slowly, like he was giving me something precious. “And I am a wizard.” My lips parted, but no words came out. A wizard? Well... shit.

"You're a..." "Yes, a dime of a dozen. I'm a wizard. Mr. K.V. is a friend of mine and I was asked to make sure you get to his castle safely. Safely you shall arrive at his castle." His fingers caressed my back and touched my spine softly before he separated from me. "I think I'll go enjoy the punch bowl," he yawned out and started to leave me as quickly as he came. I stood there started by him for a minute. It's a rare treat to meet a wizard...

“My coven thinks the wizard as you call him is a druid like the old times from Ireland. They think he may return, as in, he isn’t really dead. The story the coven tells is that he was banished by our gods for creating werewolves or some twisted vision of them.” “Well that is unsettling. Undead wizards and werewolves coming to haunt us in the forever nights of winter. Just great. Next, you will tell us your gods are back on earth too.” Dekota said with a chuckle. When I didn’t laugh he stared hard at me. “No…”

How could I ever take this thing off? He used to be a very powerful wizard alongside my father, but he inadvertently lost his magic. He tried using forbidden magic, causing the gods to take it away as a consequence. Apparently, he is still able to detect magic in objects as well as people, and can still be affected by magical items. He just can’t cast spells or use magic himself. I felt great sympathy for him when he shared his story. I wished I could give it back. Heck, I even tried. He laughed, telling me I don’t have that kind of power. Eventually, I knew I needed to go and prepare for my ceremony, but I didn’t want to leave his side.

The wizards are the male mages, like Klevon and Brandon, and a lot of other humans. “Don’t worry about it. I am being attacked because I am a King and the Kingdom is getting stronger. It has nothing to do with your luck and mine. Besides, the Dark Lord is just a myth and I don’t believe that you are a cursed witch or a cursed mage.” Too much talking. Is he making a point? Maybe he is just trying to confuse me again. I love him, but he doesn’t have the mate bond, so I doubt his feelings for me are real.

Slowly I began to connect the story he was telling bit by bit. "Today, the same territory that had me cast away due to the act of the Nordic witch is gone. I can only wish that I was right there to see her face, I would be thrilled to kill her and burn her body to ashes. However, my powers are gone and I can only instill the wisdom of the mystical order to you; the chosen one." I gasped finally reaching a conclusion on the identity of Mr. Halway. Mr. Halway was never a member of the human world, this is because he is a wizard and according to the stories revealed by my mom, he was the first and last wizard in Valve Coven; I was seated before the great Wizard of the mystical order.

“I don’t want to know if I’m evil. I’ve gone my whole life without using magic. I don’t need to use it. But I do need to figure out what happened to Winter.” “Then, you’re going to have to get help from someone else.” Glinda snapped her fingers, and a business card appeared. It was black, with gold lettering on it. Mordred Orkney, Wizard. “Wizard?” Nora asked. “I thought male witches were called warlocks.” “They are,” said Glinda, “wizards aren’t warlocks. Wizards are humans that use magic like drugs. They inject it into their system. They’re not born with it. Enchantresses are the same thing.”