Novel & Cerita Artemis A Novel

A sensation of falling enveloped Karistus, her vision fading to black as she plummeted from the Astro plane back to Earth, bound to the soul of the tiny baby known as Latona Dalarosa Marcello. The moment the wolf's spirit entered the baby, the bracelet formed on the little girl's wrist, her initials LDM glowing bright against the darkness of the forest, and Artemis ran, Latona held protectively against his warm chest, the royal prince separated from his beloved Azrialla fleeing with one thought in his mind, "Their baby must live at all costs." Azrialla stopped fleeing, watching as Artemis ran with their daughter, charged with the task of hiding her from the evil that stalked them.

Athena's POV I wake up with a splitting headache, but the soft embrace of my Egyptian cotton duvet covers makes it bearable. Turning to my side, I spot Cassian lying on top of the covers, deeply engrossed in his sketchbook. He’s drawing something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of myself—my makeup, the clothes I passed out in last night. I peek under the covers and realize I’m no longer in last night’s clothes; instead, I’m wearing a comfortable shirt from my closet. I’m still in my underwear, which means Cassian must have helped me change without taking advantage of me while I was out cold.

Chapter 8: Not for long Ari's POV I stopped a cab and followed the scent of the suicidal girl I was going to murder. It was faint but it was still there and I found her in the same place I saved her from earlier. Except this time around she was holding a cone of ice cream and sitting on the fucking ledge.

Our daughter's name is Artemis, a name that we both decided to give her when, three years ago, during my recovery, we had exploded the city of Rome. We had seen the stunning statue of the goddess, poised and powerful, in a museum, and it just clicked. A warrior queen, a protector, a symbol of new beginnings. It felt right. As Nox gently sets Artemis down in her bassinet, covered by a delicate, sheer canopy, I turn on the TV, picking up the remote and flipping through the news channels. It's become a habit for me, a little ritual, to stay updated with what's going on outside of Lunaris, to remind myself that our world, though now peaceful, is still part of a larger, more complicated one.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

The world exploded. She was falling—through memory, through pain, through lives she neverlived. Her body burned and reformed. The last thing she saw was Seraphine, waiting with open arms. “Welcome, Fireborne. Welcome home.”

“You did not ask, perhaps, the name of the lady whom Feran wants to marry?” “Well, my dear sir, what do I care about her name? I know only that when I put horns on Feran, she will be Madame Deer. In my youthful years I was a fellow of no ordinary beauty. Only let me tell you how I carried off the palm of martyrdom in Galáts. You see that hole in my forehead? It is enough for me to say that the eunuchs in the harem of the local pasha made it.” “But you said the bullet of a robber made it.”

He got up and left. "I think we should obey the Diviner and kill the little girl" Matt whispered to Alpha Nolan. "Do you know how many soldiers I lose weekly and do you know how that is affecting my progress?" Alpha Nolan asked trivially. Matt was dumbfounded. He couldn't say anything. "So remain quiet like that" Alpha Nolan shunned him. ********************* "It still feels like a dream to me, I was nothing few days ago. Now you've made me a Luna. Just like that" Cassandra was all smiling on the bed. She was clearly waiting for Alpha Nolan's arrival into the bedroom

Even if she is a prisoner, she doesn’t deserve to be objectified. “Yea, I’m sure you’re really sorry and care oh-so-much about my, and my sister’s well-being. How about you stop with the bullshit, and just get to asking us your usual questions, so that we can tell you nothing, and you can be on your way. It’s a full moon tonight. You two have fated mates to find, don’t you?” Artemis sneers, as he stands up. His lean frame looks even slimmer since the last time I was here. I need to ensure they are being fed enough. “Sit down, Arty. I’m sick of talkin’ to you. I’m only going to talk to Bright Eyes from now on,” Archie waves a dismissive hand at Artemis as he turns to Yaya’s cell.

BLAKE POV As she awakens, it's as if the previous day's events never occurred. As she awakens, the world around her appears in perfect harmony, with no hint of trouble or distress. Artemis. She rises from slumber with ease as if the world is her oyster, and she is eager to tackle her tasks swiftly. "I must depart this instant—" "Artemis," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I reached out to stop her from leaving.