Cerberus Stories Novels & Stories

“If what she heard is right, someone in your circle—someone in this very compound—is about to sell you out.” Leon muttered, “That narrows it to about five people. All of whom are supposed to be dead loyal.” Maris interrupted, voice small but strong. “They weren’t wearing the same uniforms. One of them had a patch on his neck. Looked like a… snake?” Cassian’s eyes darkened. “That’s not one of ours,” he said. “That’s Cerberus.” Anais frowned. “What’s Cerberus?” “A rogue contractor network. Mercs with government ties. Off-the-books. If Harlan’s using them… we’ve got more than a leak. We’ve got a siege coming.”

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

He had lifted the scout and opened his mouth. Terror had frozen him in place. His impulsive hero act had disappeared. As Ceberus took a slow bite of his victim’s head. It wasn’t the wet crunching sound that had really gotten him, it was the fact he had slowly adding pressure to his victim’s head and the sudden scream of his pray. “Ben...ed..ic” He growled. Tilting his head, eyes wide and absent of anything humane. Cerberus opened his mouth. He had let the remains of what used to be part of a human slip from his muzzle.

'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me. ''You love books, don't you?'' He commented as he weaved his way through shelf after shelf of books, following Lachesis. ''No, just mythological books,'' I replied ''The underworld is the source of all mythological books and stories.'' Hades huffed. ''Are you not serious?'' I asked in disbelief. ''Do you know the myth of Cerberus?'' He asked. ''Of course. He's the Greek hellhound. It's one of the most famous myths'' I replied.

It displayed…. PROJECT CERBERUS Natasha felt her stomach tighten. Finally, the answer, or at least part of it. Elias opened the files. Pages appeared. Research notes, biological studies, experiment logs, failures—hundreds of failures. The room grew quieter with every page. Finally Professor Hargrove spoke. "My God." Aaron folded his arms. "What?" The older scientist looked horrified. "Project Cerberus wasn't created before the outbreak." Everyone froze. "What?"

I asked with confusion. "He is not trapped anymore, the only explanation for the earthquake that occurred that day. I’m afraid your friend is lying to you—they didn’t offer you to the Darklord but to his brother! Cerberus is that kind of brother who got inspired by his older brother, and because of his lack of recognition, he’s now mad at him and is trying to outdo him, or should I say, he's trying to take the first bite before him, like always!” She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

Usually, I’ll need more life force but he was really young so it was enough for now. If you haven’t guessed yet or you’re not updated on your demonology, well I can update you. I am a succubus, the product of my demon Lord father and my human mother. I honestly don’t know what they were thinking. There is protection or even classic old pull out. Now I have to survive on the life forms of other humans. It is extremely tiring but I have to if I want to live.

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

"With you, I can't hide behind work. You're too smart for that. You call me on my bullshit." "Someone has to." She propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him. "I need to tell you something. I've been offered tenure at Berkeley. Permanent position." Marcus felt his heart drop. "Are you taking it?" "I don't know." Sienna traced his jawline with one finger. "I came here because I wanted to work with you. I wanted to understand how you think. But I also came here hoping there might be something more. And there is. So now I'm in the position of having to choose between the career I've been building and... this."