Sample Chapter | Volume 11 of the Elemental Angels eBooks

Chapter 1

The nights of Dionne lit up with the neon lights from its clubs and casinos.  Corruption lined the street like icing on a cake.  The police, the military, and the royal family were just sprinkles on the top.  Aikido rode through the city of sin, in the back of Aysa’s limo.  The Mihos limos were sent out to personally escort Aikido and others to the meeting for the civil organization called the Last Forces for Freedom.  They had to fight because no one else would.  Since the time of Aikido’s grandfather, the clans that fought for the rights of the commoners had long been extinct.  She longed for the times of old, where she could be happy with her daughter.  The driver parked in front of an old abandoned building.  He opened the door for her, and she slid from her seat.  She used her cane to pull her heavy aging body from the cab.  The driver promptly bowed, and returned to the driver’s seat of the car.  She stopped in front of the door of the boarded up and decaying abandoned building.  “What’s the password?”  Said a muffled voice from behind the door.

“There was no password.”  Aikido stomped her cane down.

“D––.  That’s what Aysa said too.”  Pluto said.  He looked around, and waved for her to come on.  The decaying boarded door spun around, like a revolving door to let her in.  The dilapidated exterior of the house vastly differed from the sleek modernized interior.  Officials raced around inside; they talked on phones, and rushed papers from office to office, running up and down floors.  “This is the central base that we all use.” Pluto said to Aikido.

“Good idea to place it in the abandoned house.”

“Yeah, Aysa’s idea…”  Pluto said. 

“I would think no less of her ideas.  They are always brilliant.”  Aikido followed Pluto into an elevator.  He pressed the button, and they shot up to the next floor.  The doors slid open on people wandering around with maps and documents.  “Did you discover anything?”  Aikido asked Pluto.

“Yes, that’s why we need those outfits you brought.”  He replied.  “You can get off here; I have to greet Dawn and Knight at the door.  Just go to the end of the hall, and you should hear Aysa through the door.  You can’t miss her.”  He pointed pass her, as the doors closed shut.

She meandered to the end of the hall, looking around at the people and the paintings.  The sound of Aysa complaining to a client over the phone could be heard along the whole hallway.  Aikido searched for a handle, or a lever to open the door with.  Aysa saw her struggle and stood up from the table.  She pressed a button to allow Aikido entrance into the room all this without skipping a beat while complaining to the party on the opposite end of the phone.  The doors slid open, and Aikido walked through looking around at the others in the room.  “Thanks.”  Aikido said and Aysa nodded still with the phone on her ear.  “I guess I’m not use to all this new technology.”  She said to herself.

“Fine... I’ll take care of it... don’t worry about where I am right now!”  She clicked off the phone and tossed it to the floor.  “That man, I swear.  He’d be complaining about his stocks even if the world came to an end.”

“Bad trading…?”  Aikido asked motioning to the chair around an oval table.

“My crazy ex-husband thinks it’s a good idea to invest in companies that have just opened, regardless of whether they do well or not!  Some do well, and there’s a big payoff.  A lot of our assets are still tied in together so we have to make sure there are enough funds in our shared accounts to purchase stock.  But it always seems to be my responsibility to sell stock that doesn’t do well.  Not only is he getting on my nerves, but he’s using my money to do all this.  I could care less what he does with his own money!”  Aysa ready to pull her hair out, slumped down at the table.  She wiped her face, and leaned on her finger.  “I bet he’s caused ever wrinkle on my face and white in my hair.” She frowned at her reflection in the table.  “He drives me crazy.”

“At least you have someone to drive you anywhere...”  Aikido said to herself.

“Sorry about that... I just have outburst when it comes to him.  Syria was the only reason we got along, you know.”

“Kind of like China and I… we got a long better when Lynx came along...”

“Yes... I hope you enjoyed the ride over here, I only thought it best.  I didn’t trust giving anyone the address; they could lose it or give it away to the enemy if threatened.  At least I’m sure that none of you go anywhere else before or after you leave here.  It helps to exclude that suspicion.”

“It’s afterward that you have to worry about.”

“You are stranded here, in an abandoned building.  My butler has that covered as well.”  They heard voices drifting down the hall towards the room.  They watched through the glass walls as Pluto traveled down the hall between Dawn and Knight. 

“I just can’t believe I didn’t tell you a password...”  Pluto said standing outside the door trying to figure out how to get in.  Dawn walked up and pressed a button springing the doors open.  “Oh… thanks…”

“There was a password?”  Dawn asked him.  Everyone shook their head, and Dawn turned to Knight and shrugged.

“Why did you think you forgot it?” Aikido instigated.

“Sort of...”  Knight said.

“Afraid you’d get it mixed up with another password?”   Aikido hinted at the password used between the royal guards.

“No, of course not…”  Pluto stepped in.  “We are all together on this...”

“Don’t be so confident.”  Aikido glared at Pluto then to Dawn.  “Under this tyrant we call a queen, if we straddle the fence it will only lead to the fall of the whole Dionne Galaxy.  I don’t care what your relation to her is.  We need a full allegiance between all of us here.  Agreed?”

“I concur.”  Pluto said looking at Aysa.

“Agreed…”  Aysa slammed her phone down looking at Knight.

“I... agree...”  Knight eyed Dawn and they all waited.

“... Yes...”  He managed to say.  “We’ve all agreed, now can we start?”

“Not everyone, just yet.”  They heard a soft voice from behind the door.   

Who came through the door?  A surprise and blast from the past.  Find out who in Volume 11 of the Elemental Angels Series. 

Sample Chapter | Volume 10 of Elemental Angels eBooks

Chapter 1

Krono set the ship to auto-pilot and walked to the back where the others sat around at a nice dinner table eating and talking.  He sat down next to Saturnus who had already proceeded to fix a plate for him.  “Sorry guys... there’s a little problem.”  He broke into their conversation, quieting them down.  “There aren’t enough rooms for all of you so some people will have to share.  This is the smaller of the two ships that my father stole from Queen Uno.”  Krono informed them.  “You’ll have to find roommates…” Cupid yawned, stretching his muscular arm over Vixen’s shoulder.  From either side of Nova, Dai and Apollo glared at each other before gripping Nova’s arms.  Both Nova and Vixen cringed and looked to Krono for help.  “…Preferably of your own gender!”  Vixen peeled Cupid’s arm off and Nova sat still until they released her.

Lynx looked around the table at all the couples; whether happy or not, she still envied them.  Even little Si and Otto seemed to like each other.  She felt lonely.  “I guess I’m the only one who has nothing to worry about.”  She returned to her book, without finishing her dinner. 

“I’m sure you will find that special soul mate soon!”  Nova said to encourage her.  Lynx didn’t bother to look up, but stuck her head further into the pages to hiding her blushing cheeks.  Nova sighed and started to play with her food using her fork, when she noticed Apollo hadn’t touched any of his food.  “Are you alright?”  She asked touching his hand that trembled as it held his fork.

He pulled his hand away.  “Yeah, yeah... just one less thing for me to worry about…”

“Worry about what?”  She asked innocently.

Dai placed his arm around her shoulder leaning back in his chair.  “He knew you would have chosen to stay with me.”  He whispered loud enough in her ear for Apollo to hear. 

Nova frowned.  “Oh... Dai…”  She pushed him back playfully.  “You’re just joking right?”  She looked back to find Apollo gone.  “…who would I choose?”  She whispered to herself.  Once dinner ended everyone appeared to already know who to stay with.  Nova stopped in front of a vacant room and pushed the door in.  In the dark hallway, she could hear a struggle in the shadows.  Two people seemed to be arguing about something, but she could not see who it was.  “Who’s there?”

“Alright, alright... I will...”  Son-Shi said as he rolled out from the shadows. 

“You will what?”  Nova asked him. 

“Oh, um… nothing…” Nova leaned down into his face with a big smile.  Adjusting his collar, he felt a little nervous with her looking at him.  A cigarette bud hung from his lips, which seemed strange for a little monkey to do.  He tried to appear as adorable as he could so he tossed out the cigarette bud.  “Well actually… Nova... Apollo wants... I mean I was wondering...”

“Would a cute little monkey like you want to stay with me in my room?”  She asked him.

“No, not me...”  He shook his head with his eyes stretched.  Nova failed to hear his plea, as she grabbed him up and brought him into her room.  Out of the shadows, Apollo walked up after they entered the room.  With his foot he stomped out the cigarette Son-Shi tossed away.  He couldn’t tear himself away from Nova’s door; he placed his hand it, gently, as if he was touching Nova instead.  Resting his head on the door, he laughed at himself for trying to use Son-Shi as a mediator to tell her his feelings.  In his line of business and for the sake of his soul, there was no room for feelings.  It was for the better; if Hydra discovered that he had feelings for her it might be the end of him.  Thinking about Hydra made him shutter; he hoped that hellion god would never find him again.  Still, he wanted to protect Nova in case something hideous like Hydra appeared or something worst – Dai.  He pulled a chair up to the door, leaned against it, lit a cigarette, and blew a smoke ring in the shape of a heart into the air.

***

In the middle of their rest, the ship shook violently tossing Apollo to the floor.  He woke up with a start, running to the pilot seat, to find Syria passed out in the co-pilot seat.  He noticed the dashboard flashing wildly with red warning symbols; one, in particular, for engine malfunction.  Sand from the Desert Planet mixed had shot up into the motor damaging the engine of the ship.  Veering out of control, the spaceship hit the outside wall of a space dome.  He grabbed Syria around the collar shaking her violently.  “Wake up!”  The ship jerked forward, as it entered into a small hole in the side of the dome.  Into the passageway, they passed pieces of debris being thrown out of the space dome’s garbage shoot.  He watched helplessly as they spiraled toward a forested area of a colony. 

Most of the ship is made out of shock absorbent material that helps give each passenger a smooth ride; so, inside of their rooms they feel nothing and hear nothing.  With Syria unconscious, Apollo was the only one who knew about the dire circumstance.  He dashed back to Nova’s door; stumbling over the chair, he began banging on the door.  “Shiva, Shiva, wake up!”

Her eyes fluttered open with every bang on the door.  Unable to hear or see what was going on outside of the ship, Nova was confused about why Apollo wanted to come into her room so frantically.  “Apollo...?  Dai isn’t in here... just me and...”  She rolled over to find Son-Shi gone.  In his place laid a brawny, dark skinned, afro-haired man lying in the bed next to her.  It was the man she had seen with Apollo a few times before.  But what was he doing in her room?  She screamed, just as Apollo broke through the door.  Nova rushed into his outstretched arms.  The ship crashed against a massive tree, ripping a hole into Nova’s room.  The afro haired man woke up, but a branch of a mighty tree slashed through the wall striking him over the head rendering him unconscious.  Still holding on tight to Nova, Apollo plummeted from the ship with Nova in his arms and the other man by his side.  The rest of the ship descended on an aimless path across the jungle until it landed several miles away.  Apollo watched it crash with all the others on board as he faded into a slumber.  He could just barely see two tall angels, Luna, with a mask of the moon and Samus, with a mask of the sun carrying Nova and him down safely to the jungle floor.

Hours passed, Apollo could feel cold water being poured down his throat.  He could see two hands wrapping a bandage around his head.  When his eyes cracked open he saw Nova’s face; it looked more beautiful than the faces of the two angels that saved them.  Nova’s golden hair sparkled in the sun as she leaned over him, to tie the cloth tight.  He reached up gently and pulled her down to him, pressing his face into her shoulder.  With a deep breath, he breathed in her fresh scent, allowing himself to be lost in her embrace.  He realized what he did, letting her loose.  “I’m sorry.”  He said.

“It’s alright.”  Nova said.  Unfazed, she finished wrapping his head.  She crawled up next to him, leaning against the tree.  Apollo let his hand wander along her hair, to her chin and finally down to her collar bone.  He touched her necklace of the little silver heart.  With his fingernail, he popped it open to find the picture of Venus’ family.  “It’s my grandfather, grandmother, and mother... or is it my uncle?  They think it was my brother in this picture and not my mother.  My uncle was stolen away from his father and mother as a baby.”  Apollo felt pain from the words “stolen from his father and mother” because the same thing had happened to him.  “My mom received this necklace from my grandma who had turned into an angel.  She didn’t know she was her mother at the time.  She was young when grandma gave it to her.  Later on mom gave it to me.  It’s the only picture I have of them.  We lost all the old photos when the cottage was destroyed.”

“I wish I knew who my mother was.”  Apollo sighed touching Hyperion’s face.

“Really you don’t know who your mother is?”  He shook his head letting go of her necklace.  She sprung up with a smile.  “Then I’ll help you find her...”  She knelt down and grabbed his hand. “I promise… you’ll find her someday...”

He stared at her a long while, surprised by her words.  After sometime, he sighed and looked away.  “Sure... I’ve tried my entire life… I doubt I’ll find her that easily.”

“Come on…” she bounced up.  “You can’t give up hope that easily.”  She said.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something moving in the bushes.  “What the...?”  Apollo sat up and looked in the direction of her gaze.  A gargantuan creature slithered from the brush.  The colossal serpent slid into the clearing watching them closely.  Apollo rose up in front of Nova pulling her along behind him as he sidestepped away from the snake.  Nova observed from over Apollo’s shoulder as its red eyes followed them.  The serpent reared back to strike, but as it projected forward to strike a man landed on its tail to deter it.  It spun around hissing at the man.  He swung a pole colliding with the snake’s scaly face.  Other brown skinned people with aboriginal clothing emerged from the bushes scaring the large snake away by waving their primitive tools.  Apollo took a sigh of relief, while Nova gripped tighter to his shirt, when the head of the native people approached him.  The man drew his weapon on them; Apollo placed his hands up and spoke in a foreign language.  “What did you say?”  Nova asked him.

“I think I told them we’re friendly... hold on...”  He said something else in their language, but it caused them to explode in conversation.  The angered man raised his weapon to lash out on him, when the afro-headed man descended from the trees catching him by the arm.

He stepped before the people speaking in the same language that Apollo attempted.  After conversing for a while with older man for a while, he spun around laughing to Apollo.  “I thought I taught you enough of the language to know the difference between ‘We are friendly’ and ‘We are manly’.”  He laughed hysterically, slapping him on the back like a familiar friend.  “As if those words didn’t challenge the alpha male enough, you could have left off the second statement.”

“What did I say?”  Apollo asked.

“I’m manly, even more manly than your mother.”

“I guess being away for so long I’ve gotten some words mixed up…”  Apollo blushed with embarrassment.  “I was trying to say, we were friendly and gentle like a mother.”

“Now that is funny!”  Nova laughed.

“Oh Nova, I didn’t see you just then.”  Afro man said.

“No, you just saw her all night is all.”  Apollo grumbled.

“Oh, you’re not angry about that, are you?”  Nova studied the stranger; he seemed so familiar.  She wanted to figure out who he was and how he ended up in her room. “Are you really angry?  Hey, it’s not my fault she...”

“I’ve got it!”  Nova interrupted their conversation.  “I know what happened.  You came into my room, ate that adorable monkey, Sushi-San, and took his clothing… and stretched it out… a lot…”

“It’s S-O-N - S-H-I, short for Son-Hou-Shi.  It’s the name of an ancient god of monkeys.”

“Well whatever, the problem is you ate him!  You killed my pet!  I mean… friend!”  She grabbed his afro, developing a small ball of light in her hand; his afro started to glow.  “You’ll pay for eating my friend!”

“Hold on!”  He yelled.  “Watch this!”  Before their eyes, he metamorphosed into a spider monkey.  “I am him...”  With a cheeky smile, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Huh...?”  She frowned, letting go of his hair to give him a big hug.  “He coughed you up!”

Apollo and Son-Shi slapped their foreheads.  “Maybe she’ll figure it out later?”  Apollo suggested.

“Somehow I doubt that.”  He said being squeeze by Nova’s firm grip.  “Venus and her children are known for their strength, but they are lacking in other departments…”

Sample Chapter | Volume 9 of Elemental Angels Series eBook

Chapter 1

The morning sun shined on the Morgana Castle.  Calypso lay asleep in bed dreaming.  Inside his mind, he sat on a fluff of white clouds, eating the most scrumptious candies and fruits in the kingdom.  A self-serving all you can eat buffet was lined up with all his favorite foods.  As he splurged, he could hear a faint cello being strummed in the background.  Not before long, he could hear an entire orchestra of music invading his peaceful dream.  He woke with a start and stared at the small band of musicians playing alongside his bed.  They were sent to play classical music as a sort of live alarm clock.  He frowned miserably and tried to continue his dream of cakes and cheeses.  “Uh, uh, uh, Prince Calypso.”  His trusted advisor said.  “It’s time to wake!” the servant opened the window to allow fresh bright light into the room.  He waited then grabbed Calypso up by the arm and forced him into the dressing chamber.  He presented him with a set of clothes he picked out himself.  “I have placed ye clothing and trust that ye shall enjoy wearing them.  Too bad they must be burned at the end of the day like the others.”

“Yeah…” Calypso said unbuttoning his pants.  “I really liked that outfit yesterday... but gotta wear something different everyday… queen’s rules.”  He yawned.

“Master, what are you doing?”  The advisor slapped his hands away from his belt.

“Taking off my pajamas so I can get dressed…”

“Nonsense, you have servants to do that for you!”  He clapped his hands twice, and thus entered an army of butlers.  They dragged him to the bath, undressed him then washed, cleaned and brushed his hair and teeth.  They dried him up and tailored his clothes as they placed them on.  They fixed his collar, and combed his long pink hair, tying a matching ribbon to bind it back.  They wiped his glasses clear, and placed them on as he stood in front of the mirror.

“Not bad I suppose, you guys still haven’t beaten your record time.  Nothing will beat the day I was almost late for graduation.”  Calypso emerged from his room laughing with the other servants.  The servants adored working for Calypso and would sometimes fight over who would serve him.  He was so much more gracious and kind than the other siblings and their mother.  He would slip them extra food if he could or some wages if they needed to purchase something for their family. Calypso met his brother Taro in the hall on the way to the kitchen.  “Good day brother.”

“Good morning, Cally.  Where were you for Holy Book studies yesterday?”  Taro asked him.

“Probably out with that invisible girlfriend that no one knows.”  Echo commented.

“Sister how did you know...”

“You talk in your sleep, besides everyone knows you have a girlfriend, brother.” Azo joked.  “Just like everyone knows that we are supposed to have either thirteen butlers or thirteen maids, not twelve maids and one butler like Valaro.”  He laughed.  As they approached their big sisters door, Taro shooed away the maids snooping in front of Valaro’s door.  He knocked loudly on the door, and called for her to come to breakfast.  All, but Taro, laughed when a handsome young butler ran from the room first.

Then moments later Valaro came to her door.  “Can’t a girl get some privacy?”  She asked brushing through her annoying siblings.

“Any more privacy and you would have gotten yourself in trouble.”  Azo laughed, before she gave him a firm tug on the ear.  “Ow… ow! okay… okay…”  She released his ear.

Taro counted heads to make sure all were dressed and coming with he noticed the only pink haired one in the family missing.  He spun around and saw Calypso staring out the window.  “Calypso what are you doing?”  Taro asked him.

“Huh... uh... I’ll be there in a moment...”  Calypso said with his eyes still fixated at something outside.

“Alright, but when mom comes by don’t say I didn’t warn you.”  Taro watched his brother until he finally peeled his eyes away and headed towards the dining area.

Calypso had his eyes fixed on a magnificent rare bird.  It seemed to follow him down the hall, as it hopped from window to window.  He began running down the hall to catch up with it when he struck what felt like a soft brick wall in his path.  From the floor, he looked up and could see his mother’s bodyguard.  From behind him, the aged slender face of his mother, Uno scowled down at him from over her nose.  “Prince Calypso, isn’t there somewhere you need to be?”  She asked him.  Calypso jumped up and bowed to her, before stumbling off.  “I still can’t believe I produced that insult to the family name.”

Almost every day of Calypso’s life seemed this way – a pauper in prince’s clothing, a duck among swans, or a moth among butterflies.  He was a misfit in a royal setting.  Everything from the extravagant lifestyle to the servants at his every whim left a distasteful feeling in his mouth.  From church service to etiquette lessons, everything left him dissatisfied.  Surprisingly, he only felt comfort with fencing.  With the swords, he could release anguish inside of his soul knowing he would not seriously injure anyone in the process.  The queen was actually proud to acknowledge his abilities in handling a sword, for he was better than all his siblings and matched Taro in skill.  But, alas, fencing only came once a week for recreation or extracurricular activities. 

The first class of the day seemed the most boring – proper schooling.  With only the best and most expensive scholars, they were taught mathematics, science, literature, writing, history, and languages – the essentials to an education.  Each royal child was assigned two levels above what any public or even private school would offer for their age group.  Calypso’s mind would never fail to wander during sessions.  His mind flew to his friends that he wished he could have adventured with.  “I wonder what they’re doing right now.”  He sighed as he stared out the window.