Storms of Heaven

Storms of Heaven is a Good Read.  Solomon has some pretty incredible adventures.  The funniness of his situation is awesome and the desperation of his life is insane.  Leave your armchair and come on an adventure.  You won't forget.

Enter Solomon's World of madcap adventures and hilarity ensues. A paranormal fantasy that is out of this world. Storms of Heaven is an enchanting story of life at its wildest and most unusual. Deep into the netherworld to the portals of space. Join him on his incredible journey.

Arriving at Neo’s house half an hour later than usual, the limo pulled into the driveway behind Neo’s car that had just pulled up.  The sky was darkening fast; night was upon them before they knew it.  They suddenly became aware of the stillness of the evening.  There was a pause in the rain, a wind whistled in the trees.  The eerie and sudden silence had all looking around them.  The Yakuza guards without a word, all reached for their inside holsters and stopped mid-way.  Lightning cracked in the dark sky.  In the flash of light, dark shapes were seen.  Katanas were at the throats of every Yakuza guard.

Harsh laughter preceded the thunder that boomed in the sky.  The percussion from the thunder was so strong that the windows of the house rattled, the boom had the ground shaking under their feet.  In the distance, car alarms went off.  The laughter echoed all around them, hurting their ears. 

Solomon and Sapphire who had stepped out of the limo, preparing to run for the house had been stopped by the darkness.  A prickling feeling on the back of Solomon’s neck had him looking around warily.  When the lightning had flashed and he had seen the dark shapes, his blood had run cold in his veins.  A chill had come upon him.  He felt the Dragon stirring within him, but no longer was there the rage as there had been before.  There was a cold and waiting silence inside of him.  As if the Dragon were waiting for him to give him his head.  Solomon had finally learned control of his rage.

Neo sat with Selene in the car.  Lightning streaked across the sky, blinding him for a few seconds.  The following boom of the thunder did not drown out the deep-throated growls that were coming from Leo.  Leo had become more agitated as they neared home.  When Neo had turned off the engine, he had become aware of a high pitched whine coming from Leo.  When he had glanced back at Leo, the hair had risen on the back of his neck as he noted the ruby-red eyes staring back at him.  Selene had gasped at seeing Leo.  Her insides had turned cold as she fearfully looked around, imagining the dread Demon Shogun Kuchiki ready to drag her screaming into his evil maw.

Their Yakuza escort was silent.  The razor-sharp Katanas held a hairsbreadth from their jugular veins.  Shadow Spirits surrounded them.

A white Rolls Royce with the lights off, had pulled up silently behind the white limo, unnoticed.  Standing in front of the Rolls Royce was The Patron, red eyes glaring out from his laughing face.  Dressed in an all white suit, he stood out in the dark night.  A ghostly apparition with glowing red laser-like eyes.

His voice rasped across their ears.  Its deep sepulchral tone left them in no uncertainty that they were about to die.  “Do as I say or their blood is on your hands, Ishimura.”

Storms of Heaven

A brilliant tale of heroism, witty and profound.  A novel that takes you beyond the ordinary and deposits you into the extraordinary world of Solomon.  Come on our journey into his world and leave changed forever.

“Well, well, isn’t this sweet?  The hero and his would be heroine, indeed,” said Kuniyoshi sarcastically.  Rolling his eyes upwards in exasperation, he continued, “Let’s get this over with.  I’ve had enough excitement for the ni—” His last words were cut off as Shogun Kuchiki opened the shadows in front of him.  His scales glinted in the light as one massive paw whipped forth and grasped the gloating Head of the Smoke Samurai around the middle, and lifting him high in the air; shoved him down his gaping maw.

Solomon watched in horror as the former Head of the Shadow Warriors legs kicked convulsively on a strangled scream of terror, and disappeared into the razor-sharp toothed maw.  Sapphire’s scream was bitten back by a fist over her mouth; instinctively she had reacted to hide her presence.  Fear compressed her mind, and black dots appeared before her eyes.  Oh no, don’t faint now, God, no.  Her terror was overwhelming her.  Dimly, she felt a brief squeeze of her hand as Neo sought to reassure her, and strengthen her weakening will against the demon Shogun’s oppressive energy. 

Bloodshot eyes glowed out from the shadows, orange irises the hue of Hellfire, with pupils like evil red stars.  Neo felt the shuddering vibrations beneath his feet as the demon stalked forward.  Neo raised his brows as he craned his neck up.  And up even further as the giant demonic creature emerged.  He stood well over ten feet tall.  The painting had captured his likeness with eerie exactness, complete with the embellishment of man-sized skeletons hanging down the front of his chestplate.  His presence loomed like a mountain in the distance.  Darkness shrouded him like a nightmare clad in shadows.

Wearing his samurai armor, spikes capped his muscular shoulders, and another pair jutted from the backs of his elbows.  At each step, the floor of the underground facility quaked beneath his jet-black hooves.

A deep chuckle rolled from his chest like thunder, shaking his massive shoulders.  Even from behind his samurai mask of lacquered leather that he replaced over his face, Neo could see Shogun Kuchiki's cheekbones rise to the corners of his eyes with a hidden wicked grin.

A tail slithered out from the shadows like a heavy-bodied snake.  This Oni is like a chimera, thought Neo, grimly.  A forked tongue.  Cloven hooves.  Honestly, he was surprised it didn't have wings.  Or did he?  Don't think like that.  Don't even . . .

At the sound of Sapphire’s bitten back scream, something in Solomon’s mind snapped.  Rage filled him and a coil seemed to unloosen in his middle.  He felt power flow into his hands.  Moving of their own volition, his hands rose, forming a Ki ball of energy that grew rapidly before him.  As if letting off steam from a kettle, it burst forth from him, and flew at the Oni, striking him in the center of his 15 foot body.

Roars of rage shook the cavernous depths.  Garth howled in agony, baring his fangs against the pain and ran at Shogun Kuchiki, grasping hold of one muscle-gnarled leg, ripping into sinew and tendon.  With one disgusted movement of his leg, the hound was thrown 30 feet down the hall to impact with a distant door.  He lay motionless.

 The burn of the Ki blast withered the scales and flesh where it had struck.  Roaring again, fighting back against the glow that seared his flesh, Shogun Kuchiki shot out one massive paw and backhanded Solomon into the wall.  Before Solomon could regain his feet again, Shogun Kuchiki grabbed him around the middle and quickly raised him up to devour him. 

The dam of fear broke inside Sapphire.  Before she even knew what she was doing, she found herself racing up the Oni’s mountainous body.  One swift and vicious kick had him dropping Solomon, and grasping at his mangled eye that dangled by threads from its socket.

Solomon shook his head to gather his wits about him, and then struck again at the Oni.  One massive burst of Ki energy followed another.  Power raced through his system.  Glowing red, he rose into the air, hurling blast after blast at the enraged demon.  Thunderous cries of pain and agony filled the underground Blockade.  The building shook from the reverberations of rage.  Neo covered his ears to keep his eardrums from bursting.  Sapphire watched Solomon in awe as a Midnight Dragon appeared to flicker over his head.  His body was glowing red, and a voice of power sounded in her ears.

“You have awakened me one time too many, demon scum.  It is time for you to die.”

Overflowing with power, Solomon felt the unleashing of the Midnight Dragon inside him, knowledge flooded his mind and he laughed from the sheer exhilarating power.  His laughter shook the mountain side.  As a Ki burst exploded from his hands aimed directly for the demon’s gaping maw. 

Bartholowmew Black lives on the Pacific Northwest Coast a thousand feet from the sometimes tumultuous coastline. He watches the sea everyday and writes constantly. He is currently working on several stories at once.