Cerberus Drawing Novels & Stories

The crimson eyes in the canyon didn't just blink; they seemed to ignite, casting a blood-red hue over the ash-grey snow of the Ever-Dark. A low growl reverberated through the ground, vibrating up my legs and shaking the marrow in my bones. From the depths of the abyss emerged a behemoth. It wasn't a wolf, nor a dragon. It was a Cerberus of the Void—a three-headed hound made entirely of compressed ash and obsidian bone, standing as tall as a watchtower.

Wendy said. Adrian let out a low gasp beneath his shuddering breath and somehow he drew the pencil and the book to himself again. He was having the visions again. This time, his drawings were clearer and it looked like a continuation of the previous but they could not see the connection. The last thing he drew, was Gabriel in a room, lying flat like he was sick or dead but Wendy and West took it that he was sick. This picture he was drawing, was a giant animal that had the face of a fierce cat bowing before a woman who stood beside a bed with a lady lying on it.

Hades said with a heavy sigh. Instead of sniffing my hand, Cerberus jerked on the chains, and each of his heads vied for attention. I laughed at how sweet Cerberus was. Now that he wasn’t as large, he didn’t seem as intimidating. Cerberus’s heads came together, and they pushed each other back and forth as if arguing about who I was going to pet. Since I only had two hands, I reached out with my other and took another step forward. Rubbing two heads simultaneously, I let the middle head nuzzle against the side of my face. I didn’t mind the drools so much, but it did feel weird.

But my eyes widened when I heard the loud growls of the monsters clashing. I looked into the distance and saw the giant snake wrestle...and the three-headed wolf—the Cerberus. I swallowed because they were both so big. Cerberus is silver in color and has long fur. It bit the giant snake's neck and I heard how the snake roared and quickly wrapped its body around Cerberus. Cerberus fell and that created a slight tremor. I want to run away to get away from them. While the two were busy fighting, it was difficult for me to move because they were both blocking the only way back to the place Erigor had made.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

"Along with their warriors that they are bringing. Hubert is bringing Cerberus as well." I heard the King groan. "That blasted dog, last time it was here, it peed on everything and tried to eat my mate's flowers." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Cerberus is, as the myths say," Yasmin explains to me with a chuckle. "He is the three-headed guardian of the underworld. He is quite menacing. Unless he likes you, then he is like a puppy who loves belly rubs. He took an extra liking to your Grandfather and tried to mark him as his. A very large three-headed dog, trying to mark the King of werewolves by peeing on him, was quite the sight."

It’s true. It’s the other you alright, the beast inside you wanted her and when it wants anything, it just gets it. But why her? She’s eighteen, for God’s sake! Does it matter? She’s your woman now. Your beast claimed her as his... as yours. My beast..... Cerberus....... My mother gave me that name when I was a little kid saying that I have the soul of a beast, a hellhound, Cerberus, the mythical dog that guards the underworld, Hell.

“Why do you ask?” “Because Cerberus is supposed to be Hades' watch dog.” Samael grinned. “Ever wonder if I'm Hell's watch dog, maggot?” “So you're a dog?” “No! Cerberus is the dog. I'm the wolf.” “I thought you were a snake.” “I'm that too.”

With my wet hair curtaining my face, I emerged looking like the cavewoman I am. Pulling out the towel I had brought along, I dried my hair and face rubbing it red. When I moved the towel away from my face, a dark humongous figure caught me startled. With the distance, I couldn't quite grasp what it was. With a gasp I watched the structure shrunk down in size, into three dots which moved my way. As they came closer, I realized with a start that they were puppies with fur darker than night. My mind swirled around an article I read during my research on the Underworld. Cerberus, the three-headed dog, the guardian of the Underworld. They couldn't it, right?

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.