Artemis And Apollo Novels & Stories

Both men gasped as they felt the respective power hit them. Artemis and Athena spoke in sync. “Mate.” My eyes flew open. They both heard it too, their eyes were wide, mouths open. Artemis was Nathaniel’s mate. Athena was Luke’s. We all sat in silence. Letting that knowledge settle. I didn’t know it was possible, but I guess it made sense. Both Artemis and Athena are their own entities, the chances of them liking the same person are slim to none. “What happens now?” Nathaniel asked, voice low.

Apollo blinked a few times before answering. “Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the moon… even childbirth and chastity.” “I knew it!” Summer cheered, grinning at Artemis. “I should call you a goddess! You’re so pretty, just like her!” “Does that mean you’ll call me Uncle God?” Apollo piped up. Summer wrinkled her nose. “But you’re not a god.” “Yeah, but Apollo is a god—and he’s handsome.” “But you’re not as cool as him.”

They knew that the wolves' goddess is the moon goddess Selene, who herself chooses a mate for the wolf and creates a mate bond that is nearly impossible to reject. Fiona was about to turn 18 and hoped with all her heart that she would be given to Dion as a mate. She was convinced that the young man was hers and that no one else mattered. But when it was revealed on Fiona's 18th birthday that Dion was not her partner, Fiona was disappointed, and her hatred for all wolves returned more powerfully than ever before.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

A leader who wouldn't be shackled or swayed by a mere human girl. He thought the goddess had finally granted him that chance when word came that Orion had fallen into a coma with little hope of ever waking up—poisoned by the same woman he'd called mate. He thought the title was his by right, that fate had done what he never could. He'd been wrong. "I did not poison you Orion but fine, if it is a challenge you want, I'll give it to you," Iver said finally, his voice steady but his hands trembling at his side. "I challenge you to a duel."

It allowed it easier to keep torturing without killing them. “Where at in Idaho?” Artemis asked Seraphine. “How the hell am I supposed to know?” Seraphine asked, her voice rising slightly. “You are his twin sister. I know you have a bond with each other to always be connected. It is the same I have with Apollo.” Artemis retorted. Since I didn’t know what they were talking about, I decided to sit down in the chair that Artemis was no longer using. Watching them argue wasn’t entertaining in the slightest. Just needing to get off my feet and rest my eyes, I sat down and leaned my head back.

He said while turning his back on them. "Is she still unconscious? She must been overworked this past few days." Apollo sat beside artemis and let out a sigh. "Do you know her too?" Artemis asked apollo curiously. "Yeah. We grew up in the same orphanage along with orion." He said and carried persephone in a bridal style. "Aw. Sorry! I didn't meant to hurt you." She said while following apollo. "Why does living in orphanage pain you?" He scoff. "It does not, but the trauma and the night mare. I was having good time in the orphanage and i can sleep peacefully without worrying or been scared of something, open the door." Artemis quickly get the card on her pocket and open the door. "Thank you f

Logically, that could have been how it worked, but in the case of Artemis and Apollo, it was not. "No. They're both well-mannered and respectful, both are bleeding hearts that can't leave people or animals alone when they're in need. But where Apollo is gentle and timid, Artemis is brave and strong. Where he is meant to heal, Arte is better at destroying, and while he was born a follower, Arte was born a leader. Apollo, by nature, is not suited to control or lead, to break things. He was always more suited to follow happily, fix things with a bright smile" She looked at Carter's coffee with a solemn face for a moment before sighing.

I shook my head at her, and she looked at me with confusion. “I still don’t remember anything, but I could recognise you from your appearance,” I explained. She sighed, looking crestfallen, and I had the urge to say that I remembered her, just to wipe that look off her face… I looked away from her and met the eyes of the God I had never seen before but still looked familiar. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to place where I had seen him before. Then it occurred to me why he looked familiar. Handsome, with curly hair and an athletic build, he looked like the male version of Artemis! He must be Apollo, the twin brother of Artemis; God of music, light, medicine and more…

The door creaked slightly as Artemis closed it behind her, sealing the chamber in secrecy. Artemis, her silhouette adorned by the soft glow of the candles, approached Alcides with a subtle allure. She extended her finger across his lips, silencing any potential questions or objections. The room seemed to hold its breath as Artemis slowly revealed her feminine virtues, her movements accentuated by the delicate play of light and shadow. Alcides, still in shock, observed Artemis, realizing the stark difference between the maternal figure he had known and the woman now standing before him. She was different, and his mind struggled to reconcile the two aspects of her identity.