Romans & histoires Hellhound Cerberus

“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 suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

A second snarl ripped through the air. Cerberus. He hadn't joined. Not yet. But his wolf stood at the edge of the stone, dark, big, and monstrous and silver-fanged, eyes glowing like storms chained to flesh. His presence alone made the ground quake. He wasn't interfering, but gods, he would if I fell. But I would not fall. Celine came at me again, this time faster, vicious, precise, a phantom made of death. Her jaws missed my throat by inches. I rolled under her, sank my teeth into her shoulder, and threw her into the altar.

She was crying. ‘Help… me…. I beg…. you…’ she whispered suddenly, making my eyes grow wide in shock. Nightcrawlers, as far as I know, are driven purely by madness and don’t have the sanity to connect with anyone other than other nightcrawlers. They communicate their hunger, but this nightcrawler seemed to have a breakthrough. I turned to Valkerie for help. ‘What should I do?’ I asked as I watch her reach out her hand, which was covered in dark scales. Why haven’t I noticed that before?

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.