Artemis Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

The programme was harder than she'd expected. Not because the work was difficult. Because the people were good. Very good. Some had already exhibited internationally. Others seemed capable of producing masterpieces before breakfast. Jessica found herself questioning everything. Every sketch. Every painting. Every idea. One afternoon she stood staring at a piece she'd spent six hours creating. Then quietly hated it. Amélie appeared beside her. "You've been staring at that for ten minutes." Jessica sighed. "It's terrible." Amélie looked at the work. Then looked back at Jessica.

Artemisia looks at me while she is lying on a chaise longue, her arm over her head while Cayden is sitting on an armchair in front of her, his forearms put on his knees. “Oh,” I say, closing the door behind me. “I was expecting an entirely different situation.” Artemisia laughs, sitting up. “You pervert. He is being mean to me because he wants to see if he can get me to use my powers again.” Her happiness is so addicting and my smile brightens as I watch her turning towards my brother. “But I already told you that it wouldn’t work. You should give up already… After all these years.” “I guess we just can’t cause the distress of the court sentence artificially.” Cayden shakes his head, leaning

The fabric shimmered faintly in the morning light, exuding elegance and power. Before she could rise to examine it, the door opened, and the maids entered, their presence as quiet as a whisper. Behind them, Artemis followed, her fiery red hair swept into a sleek bun. She wore a black button-down shirt tucked into perfectly tailored trousers, her posture exuding professionalism and strength. The sharp lines of her attire mirrored the unyielding determination in her eyes. “Good morning,” Artemis greeted, her tone brisk but not unkind. She gestured toward the gown. “This is the dress Michael has chosen for you to wear tonight. He’ll be leaving shortly after the event, which begins at 7 p.m. sha

The lines between reality and illusion blurred as Artemis skillfully manipulated the situation, drawing him closer with each lingering touch and whispered word. Alcides, his thoughts conflicted, reminded himself that Artemis was not his true mother. However, in the heat of the moment, the distinction between reality and the charade became increasingly hazy. Artemis, a woman of allure and mystery, seemed to have a certain power over him. Their encounter unfolded with a dance of passion, an orchestrated symphony of desire. Alcides, driven by a sense of rebellion and the allure of newfound secrets, embraced Artemis as a man would a woman, their bodies moving in a harmonious rhythm.

Jasper whispers from the corner, quickly stepping aside to clear my path to Artemis. Artemis is mid-change, caught with a new shirt half-on. Judging from his outfit, he's likely skipping school too. His face twists in confusion, tinged with a little fear, as he freezes, hands raised in surrender. My eyes wander for a split second, unintentionally landing on his abs. They're not just toned; they're sculpted, each muscle perfectly defined. They have this subtle sheen, like he's just been working out, and it makes them stand out even more. It's momentarily disarming, but I snap out of it, pulling my gaze back up to meet his eyes.

(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.

He asked, standing on his feet and reaching near her. “No.” “I think you should stop wearing makeup then.” “Excuse me? You started applying your rules on me this soon?” Caroline asked, looking at him in disbelief. “Well, what can I say? I just feel that you really shouldn’t wear makeup because you’re messing with perfection!” Artemis said, caressing the side of her cheek. Caroline opened her mouth to say something and argue with him about it, but she couldn’t find the right word to say. But her heart melted at his words. “As much as I love a perfectly winged eyeliner and a bold lip, there is something extremely freeing in being bare face because bare is beautiful.”

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

'One person is already misunderstanding and staking her claim as my girlfriend—don't let another one join in! "Why not? You brought her home." Artemisia smiled brightly. "But Dr. Norwood, you really do have great taste. You only go for absolute stunners!" She even gave him a big thumbs-up. Meanwhile, Estelle beamed. "I get compliments all the time, but this? This is new. You really think I'm beautiful?" "Of course!" Artemisia gushed. "You're not just gorgeous—you can give supermodels a run for their money! You look familiar though…"