The Son of Light Book 2: The M.B.S. Guild
by Chris Parker

Publication Date: December 3, 2015
Genre: Fantasy


Despite having the worst birthday in his life, sixteen year old Joshua Suzuki finally gets his birthday wish—to get out of his house in Porter Ranch, California, which he had spent a decade locked up in. But his wish would be an unusual one because he soon finds himself in an underground college, which belonged to secret organization, called the M.B.S. (Mind, Body, and Soul) Guild. This blows Josh’s mind. And what shocks him even more is that his twenty-six year old foster brother, Nickolas Suzuki, is the leader of the M.B.S. Guild.

Nick wastes no time in telling Josh the horrible truth to why they’ve been in hiding for ten years — The Demon Lord, Hexen, has returned. Nick puts Josh in the protection of his crazy college friends to train him in the art of energy, as Nick travels around the world for clues about Lord Hexen’s origins.

But after being lured out of the guild, Josh find himself in the outside world again, a world far more dangerous than the last time. Now, Josh has to find his way back to the guild while dealing with violent bandits, crazed zombie-like people, and worst of all, Lord Hexen. Can Josh survive?

The Son of Light Book 2: The M.B.S. Guild is an adult fantasy novel that features fast-paced action, and side-splitting comedy. If you like the Harry Potter and A Game of Thrones novels, then you like The Son of Light book 2.



The Naked Lady

Xiuhcoatl & Yolotli

It was the night of April 27th, 2018. A car sped down the street of Katella Ave in Anaheim California. Meanwhile, sprinting across the same street was a young man of nineteen with blue hair, gelled up like modern greaser. In his hand was a silver sword with dark blue edges, the hilt formed the face of a roaring, dark blue panther. He stopped to catch his breath as he examined his ripped and bloody shirt.

Then, something flashed in his eyes. The headlights of the oncoming car blinded him. It swerved to his left as he jumped out of its path and ran away. The car crashed into a tree with a thunderous bang. After a long moment or two, the driver door opened and another young man fell out. As he stood up, the moonlight clearly illuminated his face. It was Xiuhcoatl.

He was a tall man of twenty-three with a fantastic, athletic build and Aztecan tattoos on his arms. The crash had left his long black hair in a mess and he had deep cuts over his thick eyebrows. His head was ringing, but he didn’t care. He forced himself to the side of the car, trying to wipe the blood from his black and puffy left eye with his sliver silk fingerless glove. The back of the glove had a triangular symbol on it with large circles at its corners.

He jerked the back door open and his black eyes fell on a very thin boy of twelve. He was unconscious next to two backpacks. A hat had fallen from his head revealing a shaved scalp and a carving on his forehead that was similar the symbol on Xiuhcoatl’s glove. Yolotli, was his name.

“Yolotli! Yolotli!” panicked Xiuhcoatl, shaking his brother and trying to pull him out of the car.

Yolotli’s eyes fluttered, and Xiuhcoatl was overwhelmed to see that his brother was still alive. Once he got him out the car, he checked to see if his brother had been severely harmed. Luckily, there was no damage, at least no new damage. Yolotli’s face was now bathed in moonlight as well. He had scars that looked like whip marks covering his cheeks and nose.

Before either of them could speak, however, they heard a woman screaming under their car. Xiuhcoatl pushed his brother behind him as he knelt down to see her. To his great horror, he saw she was no ordinary woman. Her skin was pale and had throbbing purple veins. Her pink, bloodshot eyes locked onto Xiuhcoatl’s dark ones. She screamed louder, trying to claw her way from under the car.

“It’s them!” shouted Yolotli.

Xiuhcoatl reached quickly into the back seat of the car and grabbed the backpacks. He looked through the broken window in front of him and saw more people like the woman racing towards them at top speed. He shot out of the car.


He grabbed his brother and headed to the street, but they were met by an even greater number of the crazed people.

“Brother!” shrieked Yolotli.

Bright flashes broke through darkness, brighter than the moonlight. Shimmering waves of plasma energy were being shot at the crazed mob. As bodies hit the ground, the brothers ran down the street, hitting anything that got in their way. Xiuhcoatl fell to the ground and a group attacked him. In that moment, Yolotli took out a black dagger and slashed at his brother’s foes, aiming for their necks and faces. Blood splattered in all directions and Xiuhcoatl got to his feet punching and kicking at incoming people.

As they continued to run down the street, they cut a hard left and after a few moments, found themselves at the Anaheim Convention Center. The area was completely empty.

“What now?” panted Yolotli.

Xiuhcoatl tuned to the doors of the Convention Center.

“Let’s try in there.”

They hurried towards the doors and Xiuhcoatl extended a hand at the locks. But then he heard his brother scream.

“Brother, look!”

Xiuhcoatl turned and saw the mob of people from before pouring into the area. What was more surprising was the fact that a blue haired young man was fighting them. Xiuhcoatl felt the blood leave his face as he saw the blue haired boy cut down the crazed mob with a sword and blast them with the same plasma energy he and his brother were using.

He’s using our powers! Did father send him? Or is he from…

He felt his arm being pulled away from the doors. His brother was heaving him to another building to hide behind as they watched the boy with the sword fight.

“I didn’t know they were following us! Father must have sent him!” whispered Yolotli.

“We should kill him.”

“No. There could be more with him.”

“If Hexen’s cult wants us, then let them come. I’m sick of hiding,” said Xiuhcoatl savagely.

“Brother, please. If we get caught you know what will happen —Father,” pleaded Yolotli.

Xiuhcoatl’s eyes followed the blue haired boy as he fought closer and closer to the Convention Center. This gave him an idea as he glanced over to the Hilton Hotel. Since the sword handling boy was being overwhelmed and all the crazed people were following him, they could run across to the Hotel without being noticed.

He took his brother’s arm and started to run towards the Hotel. The cold and heavy air hit their faces as they ran down the road passing more ruined buildings and dead vegetation. They finally found their way to the doors and Xiuhcoatl blasted them open and jolted into the lobby of the Hotel. He then sealed the doors with a sticky energy substance.

“There’s no end to them!” said Xiuhcoatl panting.

“There’s another one!” shouted Yolotli.

Xiuhcoatl turned and saw a naked woman wondering aimlessly around the lobby. She had pale lips and silky black hair. His eyes widened and without a word, he dashed to her. Once he got close, he saw that she wasn’t as strange looking like the people outside. She looked less sickly. He gazed at her breasts and lips.

What a woman. The things I would do to her. Then he heard yelling coming from the end of the lobby. More crazed people were approaching.

“Brother!” panicked Yolotli again.

Xiuhcoatl made a snap decision and lifted the woman off her feet and over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s go!”

They burst out of the entrance and saw the crazed people approaching. Yolotli spotted a car. The brothers jumped in. Xiuhcoatl placed a hand on the ignition and the car started. It sped off. Inside, Yolotli beamed at the woman.

“Letting your tool think for you again!” snapped Yolotli. “Brother. We can’t do this again!”

Xiuhcoatl ignored him and continued to drive until he reached Garden Grove Chapman Ave. He saw a great big crystal church with a pink dove on the tallest building. He pulled into the driveway, jumped out, and put a hand on the gate. A triangular symbol flashed and the gate shimmered a lime green then faded.

The car stopped at the tall crystal cathedral and the boys broke open a door with a bright flash from their hands. Yolotli turned to them and put another glowing sticky energy substance on the locks. The brothers breathed out heavily.

“That should keep them out. You know the drill. Let’s start looking around,” said Xiuhcoatl.

Xiuhcoatl stretched out his arm over his head and a bright energy orb appeared illuminating the room. They set the naked woman on a bench and headed to find a kitchen. Yolotli looked around in awe. The cathedral was large and had a second floor of seats. He saw a giant pink dove on the hanging crucifix on the ceiling.

“There’s nothing here,” said Yolotli.

“Shit! Let’s search the other buildings,” said Xiuhcoatl.

Xiuhcoatl picked up the naked woman again, his heart pounding.

“Why are we taking her?” snapped Yolotli.

Xiuhcoatl ignored him and gestured him to take off the sticky substance off the door. Once opened, they started toward a group of small buildings, at least small compared to the cathedral. They approached a window and Xiuhcoatl placed a hand on it. There was another faint flash and the glass turned into dust. They crawled through the opening into a colorful room. It was a kindergarten classroom. Xiuhcoatl gently set the naked woman down onto the floor and covered her with his shirt.

Then he saw a gold ring on her right ring finger. On one side it had blue and red diamonds and on the other there were diamonds the color of fire. He slipped it off to stare at it closer. To his interest, he saw words in the inner part that read: Marcel & Tina Forever. He slipped it onto his finger, admiring it.

Yolotli walked to the classroom door and opened it cautiously. Just like the cathedral, the hallway was empty. He signaled to his brother to join him and Xiuhcoatl did so. They walked down the hall until they found a kitchen to their left. They rushed into it, looking through cabinets, the refrigerator, and microwave. But all they found were a few juice boxes, a box of crackers, and some yogurt. Xiuhcoatl let out a loud groan.

“Better than nothing,” smiled Yolotli.

“This is crap,” moaned Xiuhcoatl. “We’ll starve! I’m going to search outside.”

“Are you crazy?”

“They can’t get through. I’m just gonna check the nearby stores. You’ll be fine. Just stay in here and keep her safe.”

Yolotli rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“She’ll be the death of us! I told you, she’s one of them.”

“There’s something different about her.”

“Yeah, she’s better looking than the others. You always do this! You let your small tool do the thinking for you! That’s what got us here in the first place!” spat Yolotli. “I bet you’re using this as an excuse to get that other girl.”

Yolotli pointed at Xiuhcoatl’s black eye.

“Shut up,” groaned Xiuhcoatl. “Just stay here. I won’t be long.”

“What do we do if that guy finds us?”

“I told you. I’m tired of hiding. If he comes, we kill him. And if more come, we kill them,” said Xiuhcoatl his nostrils flared.

“I’m not going back,” said Yolotli darkly. “Please be careful. If we get caught—?

“I know. I know.”

Xiuhcoatl kissed his brother’s forehead. I am a warrior, like Sir Blanchette. Nothing can hurt me. I’ll find some food, come back to my brother, and have sex with that woman. After all, she might be different from those other freaks, but she’ll still be mindless like them. She won’t try to stop me.

He rushed down the hall with his brother back to the classroom. He winked at Yolotli, who looked decidedly fearful, and leaped out the window.


Q&A with the Author

 What is your book promotion experiences thus far and which strategies are more effective?

To be honest, I hate book marketing. It’s so damn time consuming. I know that’s blasphemy to say, but it’s true. I spend more time focusing on views and getting people to read my books…people who are so critical and picky to begin with anyway. I’d rather spend time with my characters. The only thing I can say that has worked best for me are Facebook ads and book trailers. Facebook ads are cheap and very easy to set up. They didn’t lead to book sales, but I did get a lot of likes for my man website.

Since I have a strong background in film, making a trailer is second nature to me. I can basically show people what my book is about in a few minutes or less. Sometimes it’s for nothing, but I enjoy making them. Aside from those, I would say character and landscape artwork. But I do this strictly so I can see my characters in the flesh. I love Josh even more now that I can see him on the cover of Book 1. And I’m absolutely in love with Zelda Shi now that I can see her.

What is most important to you and why?

Fun. I don’t write for money or for fame. I mean yeah it would be nice if I had the J.K. Rowling effect happen to me, but if I’m not having fun, then I’m wasting my time. I don’t care about Facebook likes, or Twitter re-tweets and stuff like that. I care about the story and my characters. I find myself many times while riding the bus tearing up about certain characters. Anytime I don’t feel like carrying on with finishing these books, I just think about certain characters and what I have to do to them and my eyes begin to sting. My books are portals to different worlds, far more interesting than the world I live in.

What is the best writing advice you ever received and used to get to where you are today?

The best advice I got was from George R.R. Martin when he said in an interview about making the story about the people and less about the fantasy element. In the past, all I cared about were epic battles and special effects, but now I care about the people in my stories. I care about them so much that I tend to forget the people I know in real life. Even when I kill a character off, that character is still with me. I wrote a blog about having sex with your characters. What I tried to explain is that if you really want to know your character, you need to know what’s in their heart and what they like in bed (or don’t like.) I have a character who absolutely hates sex and his hatred for sex has helped me shape his character. I have other characters who think about sex all the time, which makes it fun to write about them. They stuff they say…whew! Dirty! Dirty! This advice has also helped me in creating the many subplots for my books and point of view chapters. Ultimately, I learned that characters are more important in stories.






About the Author

Chris Parker started writing during his community college years until he transferred to a film school, Columbia College Hollywood, after losing his house in 2008. There he came up with many stories such as, The Son of Light. However, he went to school to become an editor. After earning his BA, Chris went back to his first love, writing.


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