Page 12 of Enchanting Her Monsters
It truly is disconcerting to become the FMC in my story and receive weird powers.
Will I answer the call to adventure?
Well, I suppose I answered the call to monster cock adventures. That hasn’t killed me yet, so I’m on a roll.
“Can you tell me what you know about your lineage? Your gifts?” she asks.
I swallow down my nerves and give her the quick summary. “As I mentioned before, my grandmother told me she was a witch. She implied I would have powers as well. She was odd, so I thought she was playing pretend with me. My mother didn’t seem to have any magic powers, and she didn’t like my abuela saying things like that to me. When I was a kid, I saw what I thought was my wild imagination—auras, monstrous forms under someone’s face, and sometimes energy swirling around me. Then it all disappeared after my grandmother gave me that necklace when I was around ten years old. I was told she died not long after that visit. The only thing that didn’t fade was mystrange dreams. It felt like I was experiencing other people’s dreams. It turns out I might have been channeling spirits this whole time. And my ex took advantage of this ability.”
“Yes, your mates mentioned you can channel the spirits of supernaturals,” she says thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of that ability. It might be why the Anti-Supernatural Organization wants you.”
“Yeah, I have the spirit of my guys’ former pack member permanently tied to me now. But I don’t know how to control this gift, and we were hoping you could help me figure it out.”
“I know some things about channeling, but I’m far from an expert.” Amira frowns. “I’ll share what I know.”
“I also believe I have heard my grandmother’s spirit a few times now.” I bite my lip, feeling nervous to admit what happened. “Uh, when Arran claimed me last night, she said that I made the same mistake she did.”
Amira’s eyebrows rise in question. “So, you’re wondering if your grandmother had a supernatural mate and if you have supe blood…” She nods to herself and says, “That would make sense. Usually, only humans and supernaturals can mate and create offspring. If you have a witch-supe combination in your lineage, that might explain your unique ability. Did you ask her what she meant?”
“She sort of interrupted us during the mating, so I told her to go away,” I admit with a blush.
“Oh, well, yes.” Amira barely suppresses a laugh. “Do you have a process to connect with the spirits? Maybe you should try to ask her about it now.”
“I don’t have a process. It’s one reason we came here—so you could teach me,” I admit. “Do you have any suggestions on how to call on spirits?”
“Being a witch, I’d suggest meditation and some sort of focal object.”
“I had my grandmother’s pendant until we realized my ex used it to shove spirits into my body so he could question his victims after he murdered them.” My hand automatically touches the now empty spot at my throat. “But we left it behind because of the tracking spell.”
Amira watches my gesture and frowns. “I would offer you a focal object for a replacement, but I don’t think you need that—not if supe magic enhances your power.”
“It’s so strange to think I lived almost forty years with no clue that these other realms existed and that I might have magic.”
“Unfortunately, magic isn’t as wonderful as some humans might imagine.” Amira studies her hands as if she is contemplating her power. “I did some terrible things because of magic and my struggle for power—for control. I hope you never have to do something you’ll regret.”
I swallow that comment down with all that it contains. I can tell by the haunted look in her eyes that she’s seen some shit. Maxum told me she is older than she appears. I idly wonder how long I will have with my guys if we can survive Rob and Galiana.
“I’ll teach you some meditations to help access your magic,” Amira says and then guides me through some visualizations.
They are nothing profound, but I expect they will help me focus and center my thoughts.
I’ve used exercises like this before, especially when I first started writing professionally. But over the years, it only takes me sitting down at my computer with my tea to trigger my brain to enter the proper wavelength to write and create.
I realize as I allow my mind to wander that it seems channeling or using magic will probably be similar to my writing process.
I will have to create a mindset or mental space—a trigger—that I can use to access my gifts.
Osen’s spirit vibrates gently, letting me know I’m on the right track with this idea.
At the end of the meditation, I open my eyes and find Amira staring at me.
“Is something wrong?” I ask when she appears a bit disturbed.
“No. I’ve been using this time to study your magic. It truly is odd. I’ve never sensed anything quite like it, but it also feels familiar.”
I hum to acknowledge her statement, but I don’t know what to say. “I don’t need to try now, but I was also wondering if you would know how to release a spirit from my hold. Eventually, I expect Osen will want to move on. Or I might have another spirit try to attach to me.”
“I did some research already in this area. Darius is a high-level hellhound. He said that there are many ways to separate a possessing spirit from a host. One is a complex ceremony mostly used by normal humans, since they rarely have magic. You’re a witch, so there is a spell I have written out for you. However, it may not work since Osen is not a normal human or witch soul. Darius says for the demons and hellhounds dealing with supernatural souls, they use their intent to handle souls. Often seeing a severing in their mind’s eye.”
