Cerberus Stories Novels & Stories

Cerberus is the hellhound that no demon dares to confront. They further claim that a bite will rip through the body and that the daredevil will lose their vital energy, and therefore die forever. A legend says that Cerberus is the result of a pact Lucifer made with God. Only the king will be able to deal with this fearsome animal, so it will keep the demonic forces under control. Also, Cerberus craves human flesh, so he prevents not just demons from leaving but also the living from entering, devouring their souls and making them serve as slaves in the underworld. In all history, there have only been three people who have defeated Cerberus.

“My mother gave me that nickname since I was a little kid. She used to read me about the Greek mythology. It was our own thing to sit in the garden and she read to me every day. And when she came across a story about the guardian of the gates of the underworld, I was fascinated and blown away. Especially when she told me that he was an enormous dog with three heads and I would always tell her I wanted to be powerful like him. He was unkillable.” Ariel hummed, asking me silently to continue. A smile graced my face when I remembered those sweet moments I spent with my mom. Michael wasn’t interested in any of this, so it was like our own special time. She would always smile and say that he was

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Hayden asked Dabria in a low tone while fuming in anger. It angered Zeus a little as he heard Hayden questioning Zeus and Dabria because they were naming their daughter after Adrian Cerberus. He controlled his anger because he didn't want to make a fuss. The Cerberus family along with the territory went through a tuff time. He didn't want anymore compilations.

"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."

I glanced at the bathtub and my dream last night played again—the moans, our naked bodies, the candlelight… “Do you want to meet Cerberus’ brothers?” “He has brothers?” I gave him an astonished look. “Yep, Hades and Pegasus. Brown and white wolves respectively.” “So they are the Amber Pack and Silver Pack’s pets?” “Yes,” His lips formed into a smile. “I’m glad you are quickly learning about everything here in Stella’s Soul.” “Am I?” My cheeks burned again and my shoulders lifted a little. “You are.” He brought my strands of hair behind my ear and I blushed even more. I don’t know why I feel like a schoolgirl interacting with a senior crush but I can’t stop it; I can’t help it.

“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.”

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until

When he spoke, his words were stones dropped into a deep, still well. “The schematic is real.” The admission was a physical blow. Anton’s breath hitched. The polished oak, the crystal, the smug face of his brother—all of it receded into a grey, roaring tunnel. “I didn’t steal it,” Sabatine continued, his eyes locked on Anton’s, willing him to hear the distinction. “But I built the first iteration. Code name ‘Cerberus.’ It was a black-box project for military intelligence. A tool for infiltrating and dismantling hostile digital infrastructures. My team and I… we were the best.” A shadow of old pain crossed his face. “The Belgrade mission… It wasn't friendly fire. The target used our own tool