Hellhound Cerberus Novels & Stories

“What do you mean? This dog belongs to Madame Mirage.” He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around the dogs middle he hoisted it off her. Just as he did that a second and third head started to appear but just as quickly disappeared. He thought he felt something emerge but it didn’t, it had to be a hell hound. “Isn’t this Cerberus?” “No, it can’t be he’s in the underworld with hades. He wouldn’t be up here. Not alone and not with a mortal.” “Are you sure that so called madame is even a mortal?”

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

"But there's one wolf I've heard of who could do this. No scent, no trace, precise. It's the work of someone like... Cerberus." The name sliced through the air like a blade. Robert's face twisted in horror. "Cerberus?! DAMN IT!" he roared, punching the wall so hard it cracked. "He was here? And I didn't even know?!" His fury echoed in the dungeon like a storm crashing down on us. I couldn't help but recoil. Even now, bound and betrayed, his power reached deep inside me, reminding me who he was, and who I once loved. "And why didn't you call for me, Zeina?" he growled. "Why didn't you alert me? You're still part of this pack, even in chains!"

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc

Their helmets were smooth, featureless ovals of polished black glass—no eyes, no mouth, no human expression. Connecting them was the most disturbing detail: thick, braided cables of neural fiber ran from the base of each skull, looping and connecting to the others. A literal physical network linking three bodies. "Don't move," Finch hissed, freezing in mid-step. His face had gone pale, his eyes wide with recognition. "Cerberus." "A dog?" Ben asked, squinting through his cracked glasses.

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.

The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling. “Fuck you, bitch!” I followed it with the LED. As long as I kept touching Kujo, the bright glow didn’t hide the crawler’s outline. “Spoken like the filthy shit you are.” I hit it straight with the beam and heard it hiss again. “Gonna kill you!” “You can’t, roach. You’re fucking dead.” It kept retreating away from the light, so I kept walking down the tunnel, pushing him further away from the door to its cave.

It’s true. It’s the other you alright, the beast inside you wanted her and when it wants anything, it just gets it. But why her? She’s eighteen, for God’s sake! Does it matter? She’s your woman now. Your beast claimed her as his... as yours. My beast..... Cerberus....... My mother gave me that name when I was a little kid saying that I have the soul of a beast, a hellhound, Cerberus, the mythical dog that guards the underworld, Hell.

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

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.