Cerberus Helltaker Novels & Stories

Caleb nodded, “and you aren’t surprised at all.” I shook my head. Nope, of course I wasn’t surprised. I knew hunter had a hand in their abduction. He was after the Celestite wolf, after me. He just didn’t know it. Had my brother not been found alive, I would let him believe I was considering his offer. I’d infiltrate his pack and kill him from the inside, I wouldn’t feel remotely guilty about it either.

Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped. Their “eyes” were single, red lenses in the center of their heads. As one, the lenses tilted up toward us. “Oh,” I breathed. “Of course we get robo‑Cerberus.” “Company,” Grant said grimly. “Don’t stand still.” The first wave hit the base of the overpass, metal claws scraping concrete as they scrambled up the broken incline. Corvin stepped forward.

Each of these suits has Kevlar inside so it becomes Azrael's armor. Azrael immediately made a plan using the details given to him by the taskmaster. Here, he made ten plans so that in case the first and other plans failed, he would still know what to do. One of his victim's routines is to go to an abandoned building to sell drugs that she uses as financial support in her current situation so this is what Azrael used where he executed his plan. His choice of weapon is two Heckler & Koch P30L, Coharie Arms MP-10, hidden wrist dagger, and some dagger hidden in his black belt. The black suit that he will use is also ready after which he has closed his private armory.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

It was senator Chris who hired mercenaries to do a 'clean up' job to save Scorpion and made the woman disappear. If not for the senator's intervention, Scorpion would have been a corpse long ago. The medusa would have murdered him after he failed a mission. Scorpion had retired peacefully from active duty in medusa and handed over to the Vampire. Ever since, he'd been working for senator Chris as a retirement job. He was fifty nine years old, a retired special forces military division called Pyton. Three war deployments under his belt, ten years in medusa, retired for many years now, but still the deadliest field operator ever known in medusa.

Max explained. Max was an older wolf; he had been the chief financial advisor to my father for a very long time. he was a nice enough guy, but his monotone voice only seemed to agitate me further. I couldn't sit still. I looked at my phone again. She had only left twenty minutes ago. I looked at Arrow, and he mirrored my worry. We listened to Max, who was talking about the various investments the pack had made. "We are under attack!!!!" Dex's voice screamed through the mind link. "The Luna ran! we need help now!" No sooner did he finish than the alarms signaling the attack sounded all around us.

“I agree. Well, Morrigan and I will come by for a visit so you can meet her, or you can bring your sparkly ass here for her Luna ceremony.” “For the last fucking time, I do NOT fucking sparkle you overgrown dog!” With that last statement, Cerberus hangs up. Cerberus and I have been friends since we were children, and our fathers were friends before us. We’ve always had a brotherly bond even though we were different supernatural species, he’s one of my best friends besides Killian and my Supreme Gamma, Cormac. I hear a knock at the front door and when I open it, I see a red-faced Killian.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Wrapped in silk were crescent-shaped blades with jeweled handles, the same exquisite style, rubies glowing like fire. “Well, hold it firmly in your hand,” Aziz instructed. I gripped one. The rubies pulsed with red light, the blade burning hot in my palm. “What is this? What does it do?” I gasped. “It is reacting to your presence,” Aziz said. “These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person”