Hades And Cerberus Tattoo Novels & Stories

“This is how I saw you. That’s your friend, right?” I opened it and was surprised to see a charcoal drawing. It pictured a run-down building surrounded by trees. A girl with dark long hair stood near the porch, with a huge Siberian Husky standing behind her, its back up almost to her chest, its head the same height as hers. They were both looking ahead, and they both seemed to be smiling.” Needless to say my eyes welled in a heartbeat and I nodded, rubbing my nose, eyes glued to the drawing. “His origins are what make your bond so unlikely and unique. But let it be a reminder that love can be born even in the darkest places.”

Auuu! (They won’t realize it—I’m really hiding myself, and I’m sure they’ll end up accusing the shark tribe of doing it!). He was confident that no one would be able to figure out that he was behind it. After all, Cerberus is a being that transcends the laws of nature, and he is also a creature that exists between life and death. So as long as he can hide any signs of life or his aura, no one can track him down. That’s why Cerberus is confident in his power and his current state—even though he can’t use all his power, he can still evade the gods’ gaze.

"Are you sure you gave the file to the maid earlier?" "Hmm? What's wrong? Is there something bothering you?" Karl raised an eyebrow, confused. Hades touched the nape of his own neck, getting more and more anxious. "I saw a tattoo on the nape of his neck." "Tattoo?" repeated Karl. "I didn't notice. Really, what's that tattoo?" "That's a tattoo for the special forces of the Schneider organization," Hades was still speaking in a half-whispered voice with a worried tone. "What if that woman just now was the one posing as a maid?"

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

I asked. “Yes. As for the Styx River, the last seven loops will lead you to the entrance of Tartarus. Cerberus, a monstrous dog with multiple heads and a serpent's tail waits on the further side of the Styx. He will be sleeping until the souls arrive, so you will need to arrive before the departed souls. If you can make it past Cerberus without waking him, Hades shouldn’t be alerted that there is someone trying to sneak in.” “Is there anything else I should be aware of?” I asked, hoping his answer would be no.

Taran's POV Cerberus: [...] [Why I suffer for Kirsch's slip tongue?!] Cerberus grunted at me. [You weren't suffering, you purred!] I rolled my eyes at him and he turned away from me. But he shifted our ears. Willa hailed: "Thanks, Cerberus!" I tilted my head a little, letting her stroke my ears all she wanted. "So?" I let her play for a while and asked, "What does your tattoo mean?"

For a pack or coven to be validated under the eyes of the other supernatural, the ratification and approval granted by the Pan supernatural council is essential. Every coronation, the coronated leader would receive a custom-made tattoo that was designed using their affiliated community's material slogan and the number of positions they held. In this case, Hades' tattoo consisted of the number thirteen as he was the thirteenth Alpha to take over, as well as an ancient sword. The sword was placed between the two numbers with intricately woven vines climbing up each image, connecting them to each other. Hades looked up at Lady Cleopatra with a proud smirk that showed he was more than ready to t

Red ink scrawled across printouts of Greek translations. Cerberus: Guardian of the Underworld. Chimera: Fire-breathing horror. Eternal opposites. Gatekeeper and Destroyer. Her eyes burned from staring too long at the same paragraphs. But every time she blinked, she saw the mall. She saw Cerebus sedated, collapsing, dragged away like trash. She saw the newspapers calling him a monster. She clenched her jaw, whispering into the stale air: “You don’t even know him. None of you.”

I want to reach out and kick at them with my heels. “Control, Kas,” Lex hums quietly in my mind, “We need her help. You need to have control.” I nod internally and adjust my cloak, forcing myself to stay at the center of the boat and remain as still as I can. It seems like an eternity before we reach the other side. A familiar man standing on the shore greets us. His white hair contrasted by his solid black eyes and permanent sneer give away his identity. Hades and his three-headed dog, Cerberus, are awaiting my arrival.

“Anything to get off that stuffy old mountain. Felt as if we were just withering away.” “At the break I will be going to check on the other gods. Make sure Hades hasn’t decided to take over.” “You just want an excuse to see Cerberus.” She didn’t say anything. Just narrowed her eyes. “Shut up.” Cynthia knew she was right. “Cerberus is a mythical animal but he is still a wild animal. I can sense that he misses you too. Now, we need to finish getting you ready. That wedding will be over before you know it.”