I Am A Gay Wizard Novels & Stories

Mason asked, as the rest just stare down at the old man trying to catch his scent. “You didn’t answer my question and so I wont answer yours too.” the old man retorted. “Apologies for going through your property, but who are you?” Mason asked yet again. “Tell your friends to stop trying to catch my scent for I have already concealed it. Anyways, my name is Aries. I am a wizard” they all gasp at the revelation from the old man. “And judging from your scents, I will say you are werewolves or should I call you rogues. Why have you come to the mountains anyway” the old man asked. None was willing to answer, still trying to comprehend the fact that the man sitted before them was a Wizard.

he said, staring me down. “How about I get some covens involved?” I asked. “That would be helpful. I’m sure you have connections in that world since you’re a witch yourself,” Lazerus said. I smirked and said, “I'm not a witch.” He narrowed his eyes at me and said, “That's impossible. I can smell the magic on you.” “I'm actually a fire elemental,” I explained as I left my hand and it caught fire. I watched his expression and it was priceless. His eyebrows shot up his forehead, practically touching his hairline. I smiled and looked over at his mate, Amaya. She was sitting there with a huge smile on her face.

My awe was short-lived, replaced by an itching curiosity. “What are you?” I found myself blurting out, unable to hold back. My mind swirled with too many questions, the weight of them pressing down on me. “Who are you, really? Why do you get a whole floor to yourself?” His eyes met mine, appraising, unimpressed. He slid his hands into his pockets, the casualness of the gesture contrasting sharply with the storm in my head. “I am Rufford Hue, a wizard,” he said, a hint of pride glimmering in his voice. “This floor is mine because I make this mansion thrive. My power stretches that far.”

I couldn't understand the audacity of the man standing in front of me, but one thing was for sure. The meeting was actually held here, and another thing was that someone from my end must have leaked my coming here, and lastly, this man standing in front of me was definitely one of them. "You are suffering losses in your business because you have refused to submit control to us; we offer protection to the cities we control," the man explained, rising from where he had been squatting in front of me. He walked towards one end of the red lines as I heard him mutter a string of spells. He wasn't human, nor was he a werewolf or a Lycan. He was a wizard. Slowly, I could see the red lines fading unt

I’m also bisexual but never told a soul. While I was out of town, I let Elijah borrow my MacBook MagSafe charger. I was taking a semester off and rarely used it. A month later it was time to register for classes and my laptop was dead. Elijah was at work so I went into his room looking for the charger. I careful searched as to not make it look like the FBI was looking for the Watergate tapes in there. In his desk I came across what appeared to be a diary. I’m an asshole sometimes I admit. So what did I do? I opened it and read parts of it. Turns out my “straight” roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting.

~ROTIP~ My body was tied up in some rusty chains and there was no way for me to get out of them without my staff. I regretted not breaking the spells to return to my normal appearance before the half-breed attacked. I was a weak old Garius who could do nothing much without his staff but I felt relieved that the real Garius staff was hidden in a place where no mortal can find it. It's been years since the demise of the old wizard. My mission had been unfolding well until the half-breed showed up to be tailing me outside the gates. I could have destroyed him in the first place, but I stopped myself. And for that reason, I’d have to delay the mission.

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

The right amount of evidence to prove that he was head over heels falling for this abomination of a woman. "You’re little demi god here?" The witch said pointing at me. Javier looked at me with the most shocking eyes I had ever seen from him. "Wait, you believe her?" "No, no, no, no I don't. I'd never believe that you were..." He couldn't gather up the courage to say the word. "Gay" So I said it for him. At this point I had it up to here. So I was finally going to do it. Prove that I wasn't gay.

"But don’t you think we should give a warning? That some wizards might be evil and use their abilities to harm others?" Max’s expression was thoughtful. "I’m not a counselor, Your Majesty," he said earnestly. "But if you ask me whether we should tell people that some wizards might be evil, it’s no different from telling people that some werewolves—some of our own kind—could be dangerous.”

“You may not understand it, but you’ve been like a father to me. Truly.” He chuckles. “I’ve never had a biological daughter in this life. But I understand, I do see you as my daughter. And I only want what’s best for you… I did have an adopted son though.” I notice that as he reveals this information to me, something stirs within him. He pauses as he debates something in his head, before finally choosing to tell me. “I think as my daughter, you should know the truth. At least before I pass,” he chuckles. “I’m actually a wizard and werewolf hybrid. When I was young, and stupid, I was a terrible person. I was cruel and ruthless to anyone that opposed me. And because no pack wanted me because o