I Am A Gay Wizard Novels & Stories

Poppy said and I wondered why she looked like the leader when she said it was Lamech who was. “I have never seen a male witch," Randy said all of a sudden and we all looked at him. "I… I don't … I didn't…" Randy began but he didn't know what to say. “It's okay boy. There are male witches and they are called wizards. Many call us warlocks but it isn't a good terms. We prefer wizards," Heremuah said and he wasn't angry. “After this, you will have learnt a lot about us. Fire, it's nice to meet you again," Lamech added and smiled at Randy.

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the hut as if it's Wymond I'm glaring at, I averted my glare from the hut and faced Edward. "Can you undo this spell too?" I asked. "Hmm" he studied the hut for a moment. "This spell doesn't feel so complicated, I can give it a try" he said. My brows furrowed. "You can feel spells?" "Kinda" he answered. "Right, never I get to ask you earlier, are you a wizard too? why do you know magic?" He laughed. "I'm a wizard, His Majesty is my master" he said. "Wymond?"

A family of very humble magicians. They helped noble warriors and heroes, but they never charged anything. Well, they believed they would always be rewarded. For this reason, they lived in a very humble condition, even though they were mighty magicians. The magician couple's children were three. None of them wanted to follow the wizard's path, as they assumed they would be miserable like their parents. The older one was Igor, he was intelligent but sometimes too bold. He had black long hair and already had a small beard. The second one was Allan, he was aromatic, energetic, and I trusted people effortlessly. He was very similar to his older brother, but had medium hair and no beard. The last

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.

"Male witches are usually called warlocks," said Jonathan. "Wizard was the context, not the gender. Witch is woman, warlock is man." "Hmm," Noreen murmured as she spread strawberry jam on Jonathan's lunchbox. "So, what are their abilities?" "Anything related to magic. You've seen the Harry Potter movies, right, Mom?" Jonathan asked again. He licked his jam-stained fingers. "You have a warlock's friend, Mom?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just interested in a particular topic," Noreen said quickly.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

I moved deeper into the office. “Why are you here,” he asked me. “Could you heal the Hunter quicker,” I asked him. “This has already been addressed,” he said. “Correct. But I already had to terminate two agents, and I don’t want to keep doing that. I need your help to free me from the Group. Will you help me,” I said. My voice sounded different. I’ve never heard it sound like this before. “What does healing the Hunter and freeing you from the Group have to do with each other,” he asked me. His question confused me. If he is able to do both then why doesn’t he do both. “What type of payment will you accept,” I asked. Men like him only want one thing. I’ve thought about this si

“Uh, Joel?” He grinned and shook his head. “Yes, you’re a witch, but you’re not a witch to me. You’re not like the other witches. You care about people and your first instinct is to help people, not hurt them. So I don’t see you as a ‘witch’. You’re Gail, someone who can use magic and will eventually break this curse an actual witch cast on me.”

the man replied. "You're a witch." "No, dear. 'Wizard' is the term for males, while 'witch' is reserved for females. Clearly, I don't resemble a female, making me a wizard," he explained, his tone strained. Freya opened her mouth a few times, unable to find the right words. "What's the matter? Never encountered a wizard before?" he scoffed, offering a faint, enigmatic smile. "I've heard they're vengeful," Freya mumbled, her gaze unwavering.