Cerberus Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

Honesty, sits there, and like a bulldozer, it drives itself right through my defences. Letting the consequences be tomorrow’s problem, I gather his shirt in my fist, as I smash my lips to his with a possessive growl. The sparks devouring my face while I tangle our tongues together. Gentle hums rumble through Drew’s chest as his hand curl in my hair, tugging gently, knowing it drives me wild. Pushing him against a tree, I let my mouth travel along his neck until I get to his marking spot. Cerberus and I enjoying the thrill as we nibble against his skin, causing his hips to buck and a gentle moan of my name leave his lips.

he said as he sat beside me. I carefully unrolled it, and my eyes widened. There was a drawing of a woman—powerful, commanding, almost glowing with authority. Behind her stood an army of ancient wolves, massive and fierce. She was the largest among them, her fur painted in streaks of gray, silver, and gold. It was unique, radiant and intimidating. It was something I have never seen before… And when I looked at her, I felt something… a strange pull. Like she wasn’t just a picture. Like there was a connection I couldn’t explain.

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."

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.

Red ink scrawled across printouts of Greek translations. Cerberus: Guardian of the Underworld. Chimera: Fire-breathing horror. Eternal opposites. Gatekeeper and Destroyer. Her eyes burned from staring too long at the same paragraphs. But every time she blinked, she saw the mall. She saw Cerebus sedated, collapsing, dragged away like trash. She saw the newspapers calling him a monster. She clenched her jaw, whispering into the stale air: “You don’t even know him. None of you.”

Hades said. She was nearing the entrance and she took a deep breath before she slowly peeked into the dining. She stifled a gasp as she saw what was happening in the dining. Cerberus was on the wall and on his shoulder was a piece of metal rod—no, it’s not a metal rod. It’s a glowing weapon shaped like a lightning. Blood was dripping from Cerberus’ wound down to the floor and she could see from his face that he was in huge pain.