What Did Artemis Look Like

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

Hades was well-cast to rule over the land of the dead. But what if Hades, the fearsome monarch of the Underworld was, in fact, a goddess? Everyone called her, 'Lord of the Dead' out of mockery since she prefers the company of women. She was considered an isolated and violent immortal, who loathed change and was easily given to a slow black rage like no others. But then everything changed when the dark goddess met the daughter of Demeter, Persephone. Now the tale of Hades and Persephone will be retold with a sprinkle of twists and turns.

My husband Hades gave another woman my birthday celebration. Then he gave her my mother’s brooch. Then he let our son call her home. Nympha was the flower spirit who had grown up beside him. The healers said a curse was killing her, and she had only six months left before she disappeared forever. Hades said he only wanted her final days to be free of regret. So I was expected to be generous. Even when our five-year-old son, Eren, curled up beside her at the hearth and whispered that she felt more like home than I did, I still told myself he was only a child. Then one night, I heard him say to Hades, “Nympha is so gentle. So beautiful. I wish Mother could be more like her.” Hades only smiled. “Your mother is strict because she wants what is best for you,” he said. “But if you like Nympha so much, I can let her stand beside you at the family altar. She can bless you like a second mother.” That was when I finally understood. My husband had already given her my place. And my son had accepted her there. So the next morning, I placed a marriage dissolution agreement before Hades. He signed it without reading, because Nympha had collapsed again and he was desperate to reach her.By the time he realized what he had signed, I was already gone. If they wanted Nympha to be the lady of the Underworld, I would grant them their wish. But why, after I left, did Hades tear the Underworld apart looking for me? Why did my son cry himself sick, begging for the mother he once pushed away? And why did the dying woman they protected so carefully suddenly stop looking so fragile?

On a tragic winter night a young child is kidnapped from her pack. She is raised and tortured by her kidnapper. She escapes and in a twist of fate she ends up in her mates territory. She meets her mate after waking up from a car accident. Growing up she was told that her family hated her and abandoned her. In reality, they spent all those 16 years looking and hoping to find her. The fateful car crash brings her to her mate and her long lost family. Will she be able to heal from the past or will she remain forever broken? Artemis and her wolf Arya are both in need of healing. Arya gets an instant connection with her mate, but knows they have a long road ahead of them. Artemis doesn't trust anyone after all she has been through. **there is violence, torture, rape, sex, and suicide attempts in this story so you are warned ahead of time** ~Mating the EMT is a side story from this one, but they can be read separately

Their Love was never meant to be born She belongs in the sky. For twenty one years Olympiad has been missing a goddess now it's falling at the hands of a deadly war. When Artemis' sister gets kidnapped she travels to the mage dimension to find her. Daylen's a denimus angel in the Royal court with a stone cold face and broken interior. After he blows up half a city block with Artemis, he decides he has to protect her from the clutches of the evil Queen. Their love blooms in the midst of darkness and chaos and lies. Both of them keeping secrets that keep them apart.

They ran away and lived in human world, she transform herself into a human being not minding the consequence of everything. She revolve her world to him. She devote her whole self to him. One day, she want to surprise his husband, but she got surprised on what she just witnessed. She want to surprise him of the little god on her tummy but she was beyond surprise when she witnessed that his husband was holding a baby, the princess baby, a son of the princess and his husband, a fruit of their affair and trecherous deed to a goddess. Their giggling while staring their son while she's dying because of pain. Unexplainable pain. A gods and goddess suddenly appeared everywhere. A knight of my twin brother, apollo. He witness everything. He's fuming mad and want to kill him, but he got killed by him. I want to kill her but he killed me and my little god to save the princess and their prince. Unbearable pain, unbearable anger, unbearable curses and unbearable thoughts. She called and ask for help to the goddess of moon, selene and the goddess of rebirth, azraelle. She swore at the light of the crescent blue moon that they will be reborn again with her and she will make them pay. She passed out before she could finish her curse. In another side of the world someone was born, a child was born. A curse child.