Cerberus Hell Talker Novels & Stories

I was completely sick of how he always talked to me and others, as if there was nothing wrong with verbally abusing anyone in his path. He continued, “What fucking good are two dead and burned bodies? They can’t fucking tell us anything. We don’t know if we should be expecting a fucking war tomorrow. Because you didn’t do your fucking job. What kind of alpha are you? You’re a fucking embarrassment, that’s what! All those years of trying to knock some sense into you and nothing to show for it!” I was really pissed now and shouted, “Get the fuck out of the packhouse before I beat the shit out of you!” I used my alpha aura and he couldn’t help himself as he bowed his neck to me, scrunching his

The thugs behind hearing that couldn't hide their surprise, "F^ck? What? I didn't expect you to do that, Ben!" That despicable bandit named Ben bit his lip and said, "Are they now on my side or on this bastard's side? I'll tell you guys, he's a former member of the State of Cerberus. If we could bring it back to our big brother, wouldn't it be glorious?" One of the thugs said in surprise, "Really? Is this bastard from the state of Cerberus?" Ben then nodded and said, "He has a three-headed dog tattoo on his arm. I saw it the other day!"

Lord have mercy. Somebody, please, do hear the noise I made and come to see what is going on. "Lucia," my voice does not sound like my voice, and I sound extraordinarily pathetic. I've never heard myself speak this way. I let a hand slide under her chest, where her bustier and skirt left her bare skin to my eyes. Lucia trembles. I scare her. Of course, she is scared, stronzo. She is a kid, and you are literally doing whatever you want!

I turn back and I’m immediately faced with the presence of a very large, angry, dangerous, menacingly looking dog. Who the hell let out Cerberus from hell and why would they unleash it on me? Good, sweet me.“Don’t move” something sweet and calm calls out from behind me. “ Whatever you do, do not make a move or he’ll murder you.” Every momentary admiration I had for the sweetest voice laced with velvety dark chocolate that I just heard flew out the window the moment I heard the word “ murder” and the loud bark that follows.

More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound. Its thunderous roar echoed through the forest, drawing the wolves out. The ground trembled beneath the weight of its paws as it advanced toward me. Lowering its massive heads, the three-headed beast bared its fangs. With red eyes and manes of serpents writhing atop its heads, it stared at me hungrily before growling. “Fresh meat…” the three heads laughed in unison. “This little snack looks delicious.” “Cerberus, long time no see.” I shifted into my Lycan form, my muscles swelling further, fully

“Cerberus isn’t a ghost anymore,” Lucian said quietly, staring at the screen glowing across the war room table. “It bleeds. And anything that bleeds can be brought down.” Eva’s reflection shimmered beside his in the glass — calm, sharp, focused. “Then let’s make it bleed everywhere at once.”

"I am not going to live here forever." Cerberis let out a feign surprise. "Right! Being the devil's slut is going to get you out." Her brows furrowed at what he said and perhaps the confusion was very visible on her face. "I don't mean he's not going to abide by his words. He's a man of his word." "Then what are you trying to say, Cerberus?" She blinked and in an instant, Cerberus was a breath away from her and before she could even step back, his fingers caught a few strands of her hair.

Three heads sat upon a thick, armored collar—the left and right heads were organic, snarling wolves with cybernetic eyes, while the middle head was completely mechanical, a smooth, faceless visor that glowed with the building intensity of a collapsed sun. "It’s Cerberus," Valerius whimpered from behind a rock. "The Gatekeeper. It eats... everything." "It's charging up!" Ben screamed, his voice cracking. "The middle head! It's a particle cannon!" "Scatter!" Jack roared. He tackled Olivia to the right, sliding across the slick ice. Marcus grabbed Ben and Hailey and threw them—literally threw them—to the left, diving behind a pillar of frozen stalagmites just as the air ripped apart.

I was terrified yet I had this feeling that he was not going to hurt me, but I knew better to trust a person like him. When he told me that he was the god of the underworld, I was frozen to my spot. I was born a protestant. My mom used to tell me stories from the bible during my bedtime. I couldn’t believe that Lucifer was out of hell. Considering the things that were going around me, was Cerberus the three-headed hellhound of Hades? I wondered. Sure, he looked different from the other breeds of dog, in fact, he looked so scary, but he was so sweet to me. Maybe I should ask Jedrick. I looked at him who was having a heated conversation with the other four members in this room. Were they from

Tethys purred, his voice transforming into a silken thread of pure malice. He pushed harder against my consciousness, weaving manipulation into every syllable, trying to force my mental walls to fracture. “She’ll cry, she’ll call you names, but in the end, she’ll come to you because she is weak. Even I can feel that fragile little love bond you two share.” His tone darkened significantly, dripping with malicious anticipation. “Oh, the sheer sweetness when that bond finally shatters into pieces. I can’t wait to savor that beautiful heartbreak. I think it’ll be more than enough to keep my energy alive for another thousand years.”