Artemis A Novel Novels & Stories

Artemisia thought the same. She used to love sleeping and being out of reality for a while, but she had spent so many days in the back of her own mind that she couldn't even stand her thoughts anymore. She sat carefully, feeling as if each muscle was tearing at every move. She didn't have much time to regret having moved her body, even if almost minimally, as in seconds she was sitting and with her back resting on what was supposed to be a bedside. It was a effort, but it was worth it. Artemisia could see every beautiful detail of the room in which she was placed, there were roots and plants growing on the floor and walls, the window was as delicate as that of a dollhouse. There was a though

I thought after I expressed what I wanted from him, opening up about how I felt about him, he would have sat at my bedside until the wounds I bear on my skin healed. But he didn't and it makes my heart ache for something that I never had in the first place. I feel alone in a place that is always surrounded by men, Artemis's army of loyal soldiers. The walls are thin and if I listen carefully, sometimes I can make out what they are whispering. ...Artemis has lost his mind... ...He has become bloodthirsty, wiping out the Italian bloodline from the elite families, and he is keeping their pinky mob rings as souvenirs...

I greeted as I entered, circling the table as I gave a quick peck on the cheek and pretending that I had forgotten the fact that he shot me the night before. "Buongiorno, mia figlia." Good morning, my daughter, he replies not leaving his eyes on the paper. "You're dressed up early today. Where are you going?" "If you were paying any attention to what I said last night, aside from the fact that you shot me, I have a conference at NYU at nine," I said, taking a seat beside on his left. "Any interesting news in the paper today?" "Sì," he answered. "There's been a shooting at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Three people were injured. Thank goodness no one was shot to death. A cover up story says

(My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below.

Artemis added, her gaze locking onto mine. My breath caught as I looked frantic towards Manolya. She didn’t say anything, and my heart leaped in terror. “And I see another fear when I look at you,” she continued, her voice velvet-smooth. “I…see…everything.” Before I could react, a violent force tore me away from Manolya. A sudden tide surged from nowhere, cold and relentless, dragging me backward as Artemis laughed, delighted, to her heart’s content. “Manolya! Grab my hand!” I screamed.

I was close enough to the stage to hear Sophia encouraging her, “Caroline it makes sense you know what needs to be done and now you have the power to do it. Just be who you are a natural-born leader.” “Agreed Caroline, this is the perfect position for you,” Clara said as she squeezed her hand. “I can’t wait to make your dresses!” She laughed and giggled. Caroline was still unsure but I saw Laura pull her in and whisper something to her at length. I didn’t ask what was said but whatever it was it brought Caroline’s shoulders up broader and prouder. I saw her at that very moment embrace what was gifted to her by the moon goddess and looked up to the moon as Caroline did thank her for the gift

“I won’t let anyone take you away. I don’t care who you were in that world of glass and greed. To me, you’re Elina. And if you don’t want to remember, we won’t remember. But no one will ever touch you again, my love. I swear it on my life.” I sank into his chest, clinging to his shirt as if it were my only lifeboat in a raging ocean. Little by little, my breathing fell in sync with his. In that embrace, the outside world ceased to exist. Arsel didn’t see me as an heiress or a political problem; he saw me as someone else, and perhaps that was the only thing keeping me sane. After what felt like an eternity, the door to the room opened and Selene and a middle-aged woman I didn’t recognize at a

He had warned them before they came that she was a difficult thing but it seemed like they hadn't understood the kind of difficulty he was talking about. Athena spent more time watching them begin decorations before announcing that she would leave to come back in a few hours' time. As soon as she was gone, Damien apologized to them before going about his other duties. "What did you just say?" "Icharus said he got an invitation from Antarti. A new Alpha is being installed." "Impossible!" The young man thundered. "Who is he?" "My Lord, it is a woman." There was silence in the room for a full minute and the man turned and gazed upon his right hand man with sheer shock and horror. "That is an ab

But as the third woman in the group adjusted her diamond-encrusted glasses to lock onto the side profile of the woman they were all eager to see, her breath hung in her throat, and her face went entirely pale. “Oh my!” she whispered, her voice trembling, “Is that.. that... is that Gina Artemis?” The other women snapped their heads toward her, their eyes aching in confused disbelief, “Don't be ridiculous, Delancey. Gina Artemis died about four years ago. It was all over the news that she committed suicide right after the board voted her out of her own company.” “Some say she didn't,” the first countered, “The rumors back then said the body was never found and that she was only seen jumping of

“We have so little time! The ceremony is this afternoon! Hades was so considerate, he wants you to choose everything, Ma’am! The dress, the shoes, the decor...” Claudine stared, dumbfounded. Considerate? Hades? She was about to scream, to rip someone’s throat out, when Artemis barged into the suite. Artemis, a tall, lean woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense posture that spoke of years in Hades’s service, walked up to her. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and her muscular build was evident even beneath her tailored suit. “I find it truly amazing,” Artemis began, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “how you managed to pull off that pregnancy miscarriage stunt. Boss was... i