Romans & histoires Hellhound Cerberus

A bored yawn surrounded him, since since he had come with Kyle and Sirana in hiding, they hadn't been able to find any of them. These scoundrels, their minds must evolve with the developments taking place, as their intelligence is higher than before, and this makes them feel helpless as they find it difficult to track their tracks. He straightened up in his seat, listening for a movement coming from a close distance from him, a rattle, a scrabble, and a buzz. After carefully examining the situation and deducing what happened, he drew a malicious smile on his face, jumping from his shrine towards the ground, causing intruders to scatter in every direction, right and north, east and west, and

"Do you know what the consequences of black magic are! He wanted this person for whom I risked everyone's life, for whom Luna had killed the mightiest and greatest werewolf pack!!" Zain shouted in a high tone so that Renee heard his screams and ran to them quickly, followed by her guard I arrived, and as soon as Zain smelled it, he quickly stood in front of Urza's corpse so she wouldn't see her "Zein" she said in fear, as soon as she saw the swords that surrounded her neverafraid companion "You are right, but I warned you not to kill one of our herd members. We could have executed him!" exclaimed their leader

The creature flinched, releasing Manolya to clutch its ears, its distorted face twisting in pain. Eren charged, his breath ragged. “I’ve got it!” he yelled, driving the hellblade deep into the imitator’s back. Black, viscous fluid oozed from the wound, thick and foul, as the creature staggered to its knees, its eyes wide with shock. It began to melt, collapsing into a bubbling puddle on the gravel. I grabbed its head, my anger surging through my body. “No one touches her,” I hissed, snapping its neck with a swift twist. The crack echoed, final and furious.

I felt it before I saw it—the echo of intent, cold and deliberate. A council elder lay slumped against the dais, clutching his side as healers worked frantically. “Elara?” I whispered. Ronan followed my gaze. She stood near the back of the hall, face pale with shock—but her eyes burned with fury. “She didn’t act alone,” Ronan muttered. A howl tore through the night. Then another. The pack surged. I barely had time to react before a blade flashed toward my throat. Instinct took over. My wolf lunged.

And Camile already had enough problems without having to carry mine. “You… you’re sure it was the same man?” she asked. I pulled the black card from the back of my phone case and showed it to her. “I found this on the ground, right where he fell after I hit him. And the bald guy in the footage had the exact same tattoo on his back.” She took the card and studied it. “It’s a Cerberus,” Camile said. “A what?” “The translation is ‘demon of the pit.’ In Greek mythology, it was a monstrous three-headed dog that guarded the entrance to the underworld, the realm of the dead—letting souls in but never out, tearing apart any mortal foolish enough to wander there.”

“There is nothing more cruel than you, Nox.” I chuckled. “Well, truth be told, it runs in my blood.” Hunter poured another drink for himself. “I don't mind if you want to keep her here. We just need to be certain she isn't one of those working for Vad. She might not be the assassin, but she may be part of his crew. You wouldn't want a repeat of what happened last time. You're a clever bastard but Vad is your blood, your twin, and I can’t lie but you two think and act in the same direction. The only difference is that you're here and he is there.”

( With his smile turning into a frown) PAIMON : Why don’t you gaze upon the creature that you claim to have destroyed Elijah turns his face to where Cerberus stood and was shocked at the sight he saw, Cerberus stood with its guts showing and it’s middle head torn apart, it begins to regenerate with another head forming thus causing Cerberus to grow in size and gain an extra head as well ELIJAH : What the… how’s that even possible??... That was a point blank attack, yet it shook it off like it was nothing, this is turning out to be quite troublesome PAIMON : Ha-ha, now let’s see how you fight your way out of Cerberus claws before it rips you to shreds ELIJAH : Just you watch, idiot…. MEANWHIL

The digital destination boards were dark. Not empty, though. In the shadows, another scent moved. Sharp. Predatory. Not wolf. Hound. A lean shape padded out from behind a pillar—sleek, black‑furred, eyes gleaming red under the emergency lights. A Tribunal tracking hound—bio‑engineered, nose keyed to Lunaris and other “anomalous” signatures. It snarled softly, hackles rising as it scented them. Its handler, somewhere in the dark, hissed, “Steady—” but the leash was loose enough to let it lunge if it chose.

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.

I held the angel’s blade in my hands just examining it …wondering if the serpent was indeed right on the blade being powerful enough to kill a hellhound but my mind was already made up and I was out the window without a second thought. Alpha Hayes is not even really a werewolf but still an alpha of a pack of werewolves and other creatures, vampires and witches included . With all that being considered I still matched on ready to trespass into said pack. I had no other choice but to go and attempt to murder a hell hound who has been alive for centuries keeping a low profile while also causing terror and sorrow in his wake .