Cerberus Oc Novels & Stories

A system named Cerberus, in its last act before permanent deactivation years before, had been given one enduring command: upon the biometric confirmation of Jay Bianchi’s death, a single, encrypted data packet was to be released. It travelled through dark fiber, bounced off dead satellites, and unpacked itself in a hidden, self-sustaining server cluster orbiting in the debris field between Earth and Mars. There, in the eternal silence, a complex simulation booted. Not of a person, but of a personality. A distilled essence of strategic thought, of adaptive logic, of the cold, beautiful calculus of power and its relinquishment. It had no consciousness. It was a ghost in a shell, a set of probl

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

He was young, with the same sharp jawline as Damien, but his eyes were mine—hazel, with a ring of gold around the iris. On the back of the photo, a single line was written in elegant, flowing script: *The sea hides what the land cannot handle. Project Cerberus begins at the shoreline.* "Cerberus," I said, the word tasting like salt. "The file I saw in your office. You told me it was about my disposal."

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.

"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."

“Cerberus doesn’t use roads this deep in the glacier fields. It’s where they put their test stations. Holding zones. Places where no one would hear if someone screamed.” Anais kept her jaw locked. “They’ll take her there first,” he said. “Probably run scans. Data pulls. See how far the Revenant protocol has progressed.” Anais didn’t blink. “And after that?” “They’ll move her.” “Where?” Cassian hesitated. Then he flipped the map over and pulled out a black marker. He drew a rough circle around a mountain range on the far edge. “They call it Havenfall. It’s where the core servers run. The root of Cerberus.”

I could hear the sound of him treading the snow thinner but firmer. All of a sudden, Cerberus took a halt. I clenched on his shoulder blade hard to prevent flying forward at inertance. I stuck out my head as slight and slow as possible, trying to see if Cerberus spotted a prey. [10 o'clock, 20 feet.] Though Cerberus wasn't supposed to hear us, Al still used a small voice as he guided me.

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.

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.

"Cerberus is designed to be untraceable. Our first move, Operation Chimera, must be to destroy his anonymity and expose him to the regulatory bodies he has spent years evading." "He won't use direct, traceable accounts," Damian advised, already mapping out the counter-attack. "He operates through nested shell companies. We can't sue Cerberus; we have to expose the money flow." Damian zoomed in on the data set, isolating the financial instruments Thorne used to acquire the three subsidiaries from Marcus Williamson Capital (MWC). "Thorne paid Marcus with a massive, single tranche of untraceable bonds," Damian revealed. "These bonds, labeled 'Omega Securities,' were issued by an offshore bank i