Artemis And Zeus Lemon Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I really don't like her being here right now but I can't say no to the queen. "Kath you need to calm down and relax." Zeus said drawing circles on my back , it's his way to make me relax. This girl is obviously flirting with my mate. She keeps smiling at him and stared at him, in front of me. This girl really doesn't have self-control. I might end up throwing her out of the car. Ever since I know that Zeus is my mate. I become more possessive of him. I hate it when girls gawking at him even I'm around.

"You all would not just let me be happy for once! You keep taking everything I love from me!" As those words left her lips, a dark feeling suddenly enveloped her. Wrapping it's cold hands so tightly around her body, it's talons digging so deeply into her shoulder she could scarcely breathe. He sees you. He knows that you are just there to please him and that is all. He wants something better. Something with a good heart. "Dionysus admitted to giving him something to drink," Artemis said then quickly added. "But we are not allowed to interfere too directly in the life of mortals. The drink only worked because a part of Leonidas must have wanted it."

Stephen said with a smile as he opened the door, and they all walked in. When Athena's gaze fell on them, a smile formed on her face. "Hello, guys, did you miss me?" she asked, and the first to run to her was Leo. "Thank God," Leo said as he pulled her into a hug, tears falling down his face. "We were all so scared; you wouldn't wake up. I'm so happy," his hold on her tightened as he held her for a while before pulling away.

Artemis frowned. “So help me Daylen I will strike you dead if you say that again. The throne is yours… besides if you have no noble rank I doubt Zeus would let you marry his daughter.” I saw Artemis’s cheeks go a shade pink. “You… want to marry me?” “This wasn’t the way I wanted to say it. I love you and… I doubt my life will have any meaning without you.” She dropped her fire orb and it disappeared. She ran into my arms and I held her tight.

Artemis is sobbing with Zosimos cradling her in his arms, he smiles at her when he notices her. “Come, My Dear. Sit.” She does, “It seems that Artemis has been keeping secrets from me.” Celine takes a deep breath, “But I don’t begrudge her this time we’ve had. It was more than I could ever have dreamed. But it is time now. I should go and be with my family.” Artemis nods, still sobbing, and clutching at him. “But I don’t want to.” He rests his head against hers,

I felt myself melting into him, barriers lowering that I'd kept fortified for years. When I finally pulled back, just far enough to look into his eyes, I found Aeson gazing back at me—those remarkable purple-blue eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. My own vision had sharpened, colours intensifying in the way that told me Artemis had pushed forward, her yellow-green eyes meeting his. Inside my mind, Artemis pranced and bounced with impatience. ’Do it,’ she insisted, broadcasting her certainty with unrelenting enthusiasm. ‘I can feel you thinking about it. DO IT!’

A few seconds ago, I had imagined myself dying and Laurent taking over everything, but now she was here, beside me. I guess that was the only hope I needed to survive whatever we might face in this room. “And oh, his lovely Luna.” He laughed. “We just want the f**king moon.” Artemisia began. “And we'll be out of your hair.” “You bitch!” The little girl said as soon as she regained herself. “How dare you attack me?!” “You literally were about to attack my mate,” Artemisia said. I let a small smile play on my lips before turning to Artemisia.

he corrected softly. The realization landed hard. This was never just about power. Or fear. Or ancient rivalries. It was about control. Artemis did not fit into their world. Neither did Lucian. Neither, perhaps, did I. That night, the Crescent burned brighter than ever before. Silver light seeped through my skin, faint but undeniable, casting pale shadows along the walls. Artemis woke up crying, her small body trembling as she clutched at her chest. When I gathered her close, the ache inside me flared — resonating with hers, as if we were two strings pulled taut by the same unseen hand.

I shrugged. “One last thing then.” Zeus hesitated before continuing. “Be safe. I really do hope you can return. Also, don’t worry about Artemis. I will find a reason to lock her up for a month. I know it isn’t long, but hopefully, it will give you plenty of time to get the Scepter, figure out how to use it, and find a way to trap Artemis.” “That should be plenty of time.” I forced a smile as Zeus urged me toward the Gate.

One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of having Arete as my charge. One year of stolen conversations in the Pegasus tavern with Saea, her acidic humor smoothing some of the roughness from each day. One year of stolen moments with Arete herself, slipping into dark corners to press desperately shut mouths together, hands grasping clothing and skin until hers was all I could see or feel, and my life as Keeper to House Ares didn’t seem quite so empty. It hadn’t been enough.