Rise of the Dragons book 3 full story

By W.A.Case (Wendy Case)

Chapter One

Zared, Madoc, A.J, Simon and Mishka were standing in front of their prisoner that had been chained, his jeans still damp from his capture, his top removed laying in a bin shredded from the fight that had happened earlier.

"What's your name?" Mishka asked. He was no older that twenty-eight but then looks could be deceiving especially if you were a vampire or a breed of shifter like him.

His hair was a shiny black that was styled towards his narrow tainted face, his eye were dark hazel that looked wild as he pulled at his restraints growling at them in warning, his plump pink lips peeled back with a gold ring that stretched its small hole, he was showing white teeth that were straight with pointed k9's, his muscles flexed on his chest and arms as he tried to struggle free. "I said what's your name!" he remained silent only hissing at them in anger. "Spiders man, if you don't answer me then I will make you." Mishka snapped restraining her temper as she step away from the group that had half circled him, staring in anger at what had happened to their families.

Silence.

"Fine don't say I didn't warn you!" she her lips arched cruelly, Mishka turned her back on him and walked out the room saying nothing to anyone.

"Who has Angel?" Zared hissed stepping forward his golden eyes tinted red, his pale skin showing off his deep facial scar.

Silence. Zared raked his hands through his dark hair fighting the urge to rip him apart.

"Were is she!" he asked again his anger slowly boiling as he moved in to their prisoners space, filling his vision only with him. The shifter remained silent his hazel eyes narrowed on Zared with arrogance.

"Maybe he needs a bit of persuading?" A.J offered. Zared smiled he couldn't think of a better way to start the day. He curled his hand into a tight fist and struck him in the side the face, saliva catapulted towards the wall.

"Tell me where they have taken Angel!" he snarled as blood appeared on the shifters split lip.

The man showed his stained teeth, blood trickling from his gums, filling his mouth with a metal taste. The shifter licked the blood from his teeth and lips then spat the excess onto the ground next to Zared's feet, then chuckled his hateful eyes remained un-fearful on him. Zared hit him again and again, everyone watched as blood poured from his nose and mouth, his eyes started to swell and change colour but still he remain stubborn and silent chuckling every now and then in the breaks of his beatings. A curve of a weak gin remained on the corner of his bruised lips.

Mishka returned with a table on wheels, one wheel squeaked and rattled in fear as she pushed it into the middle of the room, it had a cloth covering menacing objects from sight, everyone's eyes turned to her and what she was doing.

"I saw this in a movie once and so had to do it!" she smiled her voice toying on the verge of insane, her eyes widened as she stated the last part a vision of twisted joy.

She pushed the squeaking table up to the men that stood waiting, she unveiled her hidden objects with a clatter of movement as cloth was whisked off.

There were sharp knives and a long carving fork that she had stolen from the big kitchen, a whip that she had found she didn't reveal where, a rusty skewer that had been used for summer barbeques, pliers she found from somewhere and objects that were shaped funny but made from silver. (a metal shifters hated due to it could kill them if it struck there heart.) And lastly thick brown twisted ropes that had been rolled up ready to use.