Artemis Arrows Novels & Stories

But the person with whom he was fighting, is not a mere woman, she is Royal Archer, her special powers included perfect aim with the bow and arrow, the ability to sense danger. Artemis was surprised at first but didn't show it on her face. Michael was not easy to fight with, in fact, he is the toughest guy she has ever seen. Artemis put her hand forward to Michael. Michael looked up at her startled but took her hand. She helped him up as he stood tall to his full height. Michael was tall, but Artemis was tall too. She was only a few inches shorter than him. Her height was a gift to her, it makes her look more confident, more dangerous.

I stretched my arms and lie down on the makeshift bed, pulling my satchel from under the pillow and taking out the slim box. It never fails to amaze me every time I see the arrow float from the box and just zoom around, glinting as it reflected the late afternoon sun that shines light from the barred window of the back room. I snatched the arrow and inspected it closely – the engraving on it are bizarre, not like the ones I usually see at the temples of Eros, but more ancient, as though it was the language Zeus has thought his children. I stowed the arrow back on the box and pushed it inside the depths of my satchel with the rest of the shivering letters, refusing to remind myself of Caelum

Artemis could clearly feel the difference after every session with Malik. Dr. Emma Vargas’s lessons guided Artemis through advanced trauma procedures and the mental fortitude needed to perform them under fire. Just like Reyes' lessons, Arte fumbled heavily, but Vargas was patient. She guided her, gave her time to hesitate, and allowed her breathing room when she felt overwhelmed. The medical lessons from Reyes and Vargas were extremely taxing on Artemis' mental health. After a few lessons, she'd come to realise during a conversation with Ayame, that it was more than likely because Arte was better suited to combat and destruction rather than saving lives and fixing.

I ran towards the beautiful and sturdy arrows as I picked a sling and several arrows, I targeted the bull's-eye at the end of the room and started to shoot rapidly. I didn't miss a single shot! I smiled as my mate looked at me in awe and pride, he didn't know I was that good with arrows. We broke off from our romantic session when we heard someone clapping excitedly! It was a black-haired woman and she looked stunning, she was well-shaped and seemed cheerful as she approached me I lookeArcherrcher in confusion but he nodded at me to carry on. I smiled as I introduced myself and I was surprised she seemed to know a little about me already and I instantly liked her, I found out she was my mate

She’s fucking nuts! Artemis walked towards the door to leave with a proud look on her face. “I’m going to check with the head Omega and chef about getting snacks for the trip.” “I want Cheetos! The puffy ones! Oh and…” Gregory called out. “And Twizzlers, I know.” Artemis says, closing the door behind her. I look over at Hunter, shaking my head. “For twins, you two are very different.”

“Is this hurt? He asked. I think for a while, hmm it does hurt though. I nodded, “however, I have to do the blood test twice a day. How can I think about the pain?” Arthur still staring at my hand, it's fat as it is full of IV fluid. “How long it takes to get my hands back to the actual size? Look, it's very full” I furrowed my brows, expressing my displeasure at these stocky fingers. Arthur gently stroked my hand, and I was stunned. A touch he didn't normally do. I'm kind of feeling so awkward, but he still did it anyway. Is he momentarily unconscious? Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats.

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?

He begins coughing and looks around the room in a panic. “It worked,” he exhales a sigh of relief, looking down at the four bowls. He picks one up, handing it to Asher. “Each person will require only one sip,” Artemis instructs, handing me a bowl as well. “How long until it works?” Asher asks. He holds the small wooden bowl in both hands with care and caution. “Not long. Maybe a couple of hours. I- I’m so sorry. I never meant… I mean, I did. But not like this,” Artemis stammers and rambles as tears run down his face.

Lucas called her in a loud, commanding voice. “Got it, boss,” Luna replied, as if she’d known what Lucas meant. She raised her right hand and a sudden golden light flashed above her. After a few seconds, her enchanted bow appeared as the light faded. Then she aimed towards the archers above and began shooting three arrows at once. Luna missed no shots as she slowly wiped out the archers; some were hit in the head, while some fell from the high crenellations. Arth stared in amazement at how the arrows quickly materialized to replace the ones that had just been released. Then he looked up and swung his Blackwinter to intercept another projectile, slashing every incoming arrow on his way.

I had to hold on a little longer, and I knew my companions would find me soon. ‘Just a little longer,’ I repeated like a mantra. And then I saw it... Artemis had arrived in all her glory. And she looked absolutely pissed off. She flicked off her arrows at the demons in supernatural speed and turned to examine me. On seeing the demon inside the cage, she was quick to act and took out a containment glass bottle. I felt sweat running down my forehead from the exertion of maintaining the cage when I was still feeling cold. “Just a little more,” I whispered to myself.