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.

(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.

Amira said a bit desperately, "We're going into a fight blind." Artemis released her shoulder and turned her gaze to the forest around them, "Have you forgotten what you are, Amira Haddock?" She asked her as she took off her bow and slipped an arrow from the quiver. She pressed the bow to the string and pulled it back with her aim focused on the forest ahead of her. Amira followed the line up of the arrowhead to a beautiful elk in the distance quietly grazing. She saw movement on each side of the elk roughly forty feet from it where the two hounds lie in wait.

"I'm ready! Can we fly there? Like Hermes does?" Before anyone could respond further, a gust of cool mountain air swept through the hall, carrying with it the fresh scent of pine and wildflowers. Artemis appeared suddenly from nowhere, landing lightly beside them with the grace of a hunting cat, her bow slung across her back and a quiver of silver arrows at her hip. Her dark hair was tied back in a simple braid, and she wore practical leather boots and trousers that allowed for easy movement. "I'm coming too," she announced without preamble, her voice clear and steady as she looked from Hermes to Apollo.

I am currently looking for rubber trees to produce some elastics that I will try to add to the dresses and clothes I am going to make. I was also studying the process of melting and molding metals to produce a sleeker set of needles and sturdier arrows. The current needles we were using were all made of hard, pointy fish bones drilled carefully on one end using a porcupine spike and a small stone hammer. The arrows were all made from wood, making them ineffective against prey with thicker skin like the huge boar.

The student who just rushed in reporting the result of the archery game which she said that their schoolmate won that game. Their schoolmates started cheering out of happiness. That's three gold now. "Let's go home after the closing ceremony." Leon whispered to him. Owen nodded his head while his eyes is still twinkling because of excitement. "Pfft!" He heard Leon trying to control his laughter. "Why?" He pouted. "You look like a 5-years old Owen with that eyes of yours." Leon teased him. Owen blushed in an instant so he averted his eyes and focuses to the crowd that still cheering.

I will only be convinced if I witness his unwavering determination through his actions. I inhaled sharply as my phone erupted with a cacophony of noises. A sharp and sudden sound pierces through the silence, demanding attention. My heart racing, I sprinted towards my phone and frantically tapped on the screen to open the latest updates. At first, I believed it was nothing out of the ordinary, but as I delved deeper, a wave of emotion washed over me, causing tears to well up in my eyes. Article: Artemis Eretria Aravis has been proven beyond doubt to be completely faithful and honest to the future famous Alpha Blake Gaius Dutch of Blood Pearl Pack, with no trace of deception or cheating whatso

"I'm going to f*cking kill everyone." No one dared to stop Vanluke Kromatova from gunning every considered useless person. His mind is entirely absorbed in retrieving Ara even if he has to go through hell for it. He took out his five-shot, double and single action large-caliber revolver that can fire .500 matching magnum cartridge. Enough for a brain splattering head on gunfight his gut is trembling for.

“Not with that kind of thought in your head. And besides, you don’t have to be her, you can be you, and that’s enough. Now, shoot again.” So, I took another arrow, closed my eyes tightly, and breathed in the world. The wind kissed my face, played with my hair, and carried a song to my mind. Artemis, Moon goddess, make my aim straight… Make my aim one with the bullseye. A voice had chanted in my mind like a mantra. I kept reciting it with my eyes closed, and then I felt a zing in my fingers. I let go of the comparisons, the doubts, and focused solely on the target.

There were a lot of wolves out there in sheep’s skin. I heard a creak to our left, I pushed Liam forward as an arrow flew by us. “Who’s there?” “Is that you Felix?” “Artemis?” we stood up as Artemis made her way to us. She was a beautiful woman, strong, skilled, and deadly. “Are we shooting before asking questions now?”