Helltaker Cerberus Novels & Stories

Horns curled from his head in polished black, elegant rather than monstrous. Tyrel's jaw dropped. “W-Wait—WHAT? That’s Cerberus?!” Tyrel sputtered, using both hands to point because one wasn’t enough. “Where are the three heads?! The dog heads?! The fangs?! The drool?!” Slowly, once, Cerberus had blinked at him. Then smirked. “My, my. Cute little mortal has quite the imagination.” Tyrel flushed so red he almost combusted. “I-I’m not mortal. Not...anymore -and that’s not -- I mean -- You’re supposed to be, you know-- beastly!”

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

The growl became a roar. A steel claw punched through the floor, scattering sparks. Then another. The creature hauled itself up: a massive wolf-shaped frame made of muscle and machine, eyes burning electric blue. Tubes pulsed along its neck where veins should have been. The Cerberus prototype—Julian’s final experiment. Aiden whispered, “He merged a rogue with tech.” Dante didn’t answer; he was already firing. Bullets tore through metal plating, but the beast hardly slowed. It lunged, claws raking concrete where they’d stood a second earlier. The impact shook the whole chamber.

I lied, a lie my mother alway told me to tell. Kent’s handsome face twisted into a smile. I should have hated it because I knew he meant it to be evil, but it made him even more handsome. It seemed playful rather than menacing. At least to me. “Max—“ he snapped his fingers again and the wolf came closer to me. He circled me like he did Marianna and as he did, my mother and Marianna joined the circus. “Jezebel, what are you doing here?” She yelled. “Alpha Kent, she is—“

“Former MI6. CIA contractors. Even a few ex-Thorne Capital analysts. He wasn’t lying. They’ve built a new network — a merger of criminals who used to run the world.” Lucian leaned over her shoulder. The light caught the edge of his eyes — cold fire. “Cerberus,” he muttered. “Three heads — intelligence, finance, and tech. I should’ve known they’d crawl out of The Architects’ grave.” Eva smirked faintly. “You created half the digital infrastructure they’re using to hide. So, yes, technically, this is your fault.” He gave her a look. “And technically, that means I know exactly where to hit them.”

He eyes us both before explaining. "You're right. Whether you chose to disclose the update about Mazari Electronics or not, it wouldn't matter." "Why not?" "The triad has become aware of a new threat. He calls himself the Reaper. He took out the Black Dragons in Los Angeles and seems to be going after the 14K."

Jove-Him I can get. Me-Tell him to tell Amanda, Watch for me by moonlight. Jove-And you humans get mad at us for speaking in riddles. As I approach I see my quarry. A dog? Cerberus? Really? Cerberus? Is my name Hercules? Cerberus? He is black with three Doberman heads. On his left fire, on his right a cliff. Behind him a tunnel shooting white light. Like a spot light. He is asleep at the moment. I know he won’t be for long. They only way to the tunnel is through him.

My mate, Alex, had a childhood friend named Emily who was a healer. When she discovered that I was a highly sensitive person, she volunteered to put me through what she called 'desensitization therapy.' The first time, she told me I needed to learn to control my emotions, so she locked me in a noisy bar's storage room for an entire night. The second time, she said I needed to overcome my tactile sensitivity. She drenched me in ice-cold water and forced me to stand in the freezing wind for three hours. Alex was present every single time. Each time, he told her, "Thank you for all your hard work, Emily. I know how much you're doing for her." Then came the banquet, where she poured an enti

And it also explicated how she knew the name of his wolf. “Zian,” she had said back at the parking lot, causing his wolf to howl inside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he decided to deal with the rest of the mystery after going back to the hotel room. It was the last day of their stay. Now that the healer was discovered, there was no point in staying here any longer and wasting time. The sooner they got back to their pack-house, the better they could prepare for the upcoming war. His people needed this boost of confidence and enthusiasm that only a healer could provide. As for that reincarnation thing—he would demand an audience with the elders and play it by the ear.

she replied softly. Jes was silent for a moment, scooped up as much oxygen as possible to get back to neutralizing the heartbeat that had been irregular. You can still imagine the many weapons that Adam carried and you can still see the symbol of the gun and the rose on the back of the car. "Is Adam a mobster?" Asked Jes. Still silent, staring back at Jes without blinking. But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze.