Hades And Cerberus Tattoo Novels & Stories

His eyes were glowing with gold, coated with black fur, the end of his tail was the head of a serpent, hissing every time he wags it. “We have to step back,” Damon placed his hand across my chest, pushing me backward “Why—aren't we suppose to help?” “This is a fight between Stefan and Cerberus,” “Cerberus,” I parted my lips, “I've read about him, he's a Hellhound, the guard dog for Hell gates,” “Yes,” “But— I swear, I've read it somewhere that he has three he—” Pointing ahead of him, I realized that the dog grew another pair of heads, that was viciously biting sat Stefan

His second would be thinking he could still own me. The banners snapped in the wind. One bore the sigil of my bloodline, the phoenix entwined with a crescent blade. The other, Cerberus, three-headed wolf in a ring of flame. Together, they told a story not even the council could rewrite. Down below, the bonfires flared brighter, one by one. A signal. They had heard the call. Cerberus returned to my side, quieter now, his warmth brushing mine. "Are you ready for what this means?" he asked.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not some bitch you met years ago!” Hades moved closer, his gaze intense. He was about to inject her when the tattoo on her shoulder caught his eye. The dragon. He dropped his hand, his fingers tracing the outline of the ink. A flimsy excuse to cover her gunshot wound. Interesting.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

I’m going to let my bear out and you know how he gets when he’s mad and you’re the only person he won’t try fighting, Hades agreed told me he would meet. Hades POV I told Zeus and Aurora about Loki and Rene’s behavior this morning before breakfast, I was glad that we all had finished eating the plates and tables were cleared because he was mad a hell I don’t blame him let his Bear Alpha Aura out and that shit was scary he stormed off and Aurora sat there didn’t know what to do I told her to let him be he needs to calm down he’s probably going to let his Bear who name is Zeus as well out, Aurora and him have been together just as long as Angel and me and she was scared of his Bear counterpar

Thanatos had just returned from talking to one of the men that he had called on to search throughout Miami for Rebecca when Hades asked him abruptly who had just returned. “Unfortunately, they were unable to find anyone who came close enough to resembling the sketch that they had,” Thanatos quickly responded to the question. “There's no way I could be wrong, Thanatos. It was Rebecca who I saw back there.” Hades responded. Both his anxiety and his frustration have been creeping back up on him in recent days. He appears to be losing control once more. “Calm yourself, Hades. I have directed the men to continue their search.” “If they have to flip the entire city of Miami, so be it. Damn it!” Th

I thanked Selene before turning to Hades. “Came to wish me good luck?” I asked him with a smile. “Something like that” he smiles back and damn, is his smile gorgeous. Making me wonder why he doesn’t smile often. “Cerberus, here, will accompany you…he will be there to offer you protection”, Hades adds. I stare at him in shock. “He can’t accompany me…Look at his size, not to mention his three heads!” I shouted. Was the man crazy? Cerberus would attract human attention.

His jet-black long hair was in total disarray, a shiny golden band sat on his head like a turban while amulets of silver and gold adorned his wrists and ankles. The man, who was no doubt Hades himself, was sitting on the ground beside a heavily chained giant creature of about seventeen feet tall. It looked like it was one dog but with three different heads. Cerberus; they must be the fabled hounds of the underworld. Hades was drinking from a heavy golden goblet and he seemed to be addressing his hounds, but instead of a back-and-forth natural conversation. He seemed to be talking to himself, assuming different voice tones.

The thugs behind hearing that couldn't hide their surprise, "F^ck? What? I didn't expect you to do that, Ben!" That despicable bandit named Ben bit his lip and said, "Are they now on my side or on this bastard's side? I'll tell you guys, he's a former member of the State of Cerberus. If we could bring it back to our big brother, wouldn't it be glorious?" One of the thugs said in surprise, "Really? Is this bastard from the state of Cerberus?" Ben then nodded and said, "He has a three-headed dog tattoo on his arm. I saw it the other day!"