Helltaker Cerberus Novels & Stories

I provoke him, so he will be tempted to fight one on one with me. Cerberus has a big body built, with super-strength, fast reflexes, strong senses, and extraordinary power but his brain is smaller than a pea and a temper shorter than his dick. He is very aggressive and compulsive. He acts upon his emotions and not with his brain. I bet he will easily give in to my bait. His blazing eyes locked on me like a predicator darting on his prey, he exposed his pearl-white fangs with his ears shoved forward and tail held up high. As expected he charges at me without having a concrete plan. The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage.

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.

Doesn’t take much convincing. Second stop: Cerberus. Now this one’s always fun. Cerberus has three heads, glowing red eyes, and zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s terrifying—but loyal. Hades was his master, and Cerberus loved him. What Lucifer did? He’ll never forgive. Fun fact: invisibility doesn’t work on Cerberus. He sees me coming and, I’m guessing, that’s the only reason I don’t end up with three heads full of teeth in my gut.

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.

“Says the man who came here to kill her and is promising to hand her over to his murderous brother.” “Charlie may find her now. In fact, it won’t be long before he finds her like I did, and he won’t hesitate to kill her. As soon as Max told me there was a woman commanding a full moon wolf to stop, and he listened, I knew we had a Wolf Rider on our hands. Now you have to pick—would you take a chance with Jezebel’s life here now, or would you take it with me. I may be able to help her.” “How?”

“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."

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.

On the main screen, the path of the Cerberus worm flickered, its line jerking away from our core systems and veering toward a secondary node labeled BERLIN-HONEYPOT-07. “Wraith,” I barked into the comm. “The device is fused. Can you overload it? Burn it out from your end before the Cerberus trace locks onto the new route?” A static-filled pause. Then, her cool voice. “Affirmative. High-voltage surge from my tool kit. It’ll blow the circuit and fry the physical link. But it will also trigger a full, irreversible lockdown on their end. And there will be a flash. I will be made.”