Page 47 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Darius sighs wearily. “If your magic activates, and when you feel the tug, release your hold. Or if you want someone to die, pull harder and rip them from their mortal coil. With a thought, send them through the veil.”
From what I’m gathering, supernatural magic is mostly innate. Instinct guides them. He makes it sound so easy.
Human born witchcraft often sounds more involved with spells or focal objects.
“What about my fae side?” I ask.
“From your magic display when we were in hell, it seems you’re an electric mage,” Maxum says. “Most fae-born mages come from Elven and human matings.”
“And that’s where a lot of the supernaturals come from, such as vampires and shifters,” Arran adds.
“And the incubi and succubi, among other species,”Osen chimes in.
My head swirls, thinking about my lineage. I thought I was a plain ole human, but nope. I have DNA that comes from three different realms.
Who were my father’s parents? Are they alive even though they may be centuries old?
There’s so much I don’t know. Sure, I’ve briefly traveled through the fae and demon realms, but what are their towns like? The people? I only have a limited picture from what my guys have told me and from Osen’s memories. Yet his memories weren’t much for daily living and seeing the cities and populations.
Will I ever be free to visit and travel to these places? Will I ever meet my father or perhaps distant relatives?
“What is the extent of your electric magic?” Amira asks, breaking my mind’s wanderings.
“Uh.” I look at my hands. “I threw a ball of energy at a hellhound that was chasing us and about to bite Calder.”
“With no spell or training?” she probes.
“No. I just wanted to protect him, and boom—lightning fingers.”
“With that affinity, you may have the ability to drain the power from a mortal’s building,” Raithe says appreciatively.
“Or restart a heart,” Arran adds. “If an electric mage is strong enough, they could affect the weather.”
Flint steps closer and strokes his thumb over my cheek. When our eyes meet, I know he’s sensing my chaotic thoughts and worries. “Heartstone, can you call upon that gift now?”
“All I can do is try,” I say with a shrug. “What should I target?”
“I recommend holding your hands out in front of you about a foot apart and try to form a ball between your palms,” Amira offers. “But if you have to throw the energy, then aim for the lightning rod over the hothouse.” She points to a small building near the tree line.
Maxum and Flint both step back to give me space. And Arran moves out of my path to the rod.
I ground my feet shoulder’s width apart and hold my hands in front of me.
Electricity. Where to start? Is it as simple to summon as throwing a switch in a house? Or do I have to feel my people are being threatened to call upon it?
I concentrate on the space between my palms. I imagine a ball of energy glowing blue and white, since that’s what magic looked like when I threw it to protect Calder.
My hands begin to itch. Encouraged, I focus harder, thinking about zapping the fuck out of Rob. Then Galiana.
A flash of light explodes from my hands.
A chorus of curses surrounds me.
I blink to see properly again and fortunately my accelerated healing repairs my eyes quickly. “Is everyone okay?” I ask with a wince.
Glancing around, I see nods and find everyone blinking as I am.
“Needless to say, you’ll need to work on that,” Darius grumbles. He turns and saunters away, throwing an offer over his shoulder. “If you have more soul questions, I’ll answer them after you get a handle on your fae magic.”
