Artemis Arrows Novels & Stories

Artemis declared, shaking her head. The goddess positioned her bow and string and shot a silver arrow through the crater of the cave, flying into the air. It flew into a thick pink cloud that burst and exploded into cotton puffs that rained down on us like snow and changed the entire environment into a white slate. Gone were the cave, wilderness, sky, stream and hound. We existed on a plane of nothingness while she hovered above us. Her long braided auburn hair lounging over her right shoulder while the brown nightingale perched on the other.

By now, it was obvious to her and Creed that Malakas that were ahead had already noticed their presence, and we're now rushing towards them. 7 high-tiers now had their eyes on the couple. Her breath escalated to the point of no return. Both of their hearts were pounding so hard that Creed had trouble distinguishing which one was his own heartbeat. "P...please consider my request.. i." Artemis blurted out, "We don't have much time... I don't wanna d..die like that!" "Shut the fuck up!" Creed's voice dampened. "Nobody is dying today..." Just as he announced, he slowed down. Artemis saw him pulling and removed his archery gear from his back, including the bow. And out of her expectation, he thr

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

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

"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

Artemis said as she waved her hand to her left. Not even a moment later, Cosmo and Ryleigh appeared beside her. They were both tied up, with chains wrapped around their wrists. Hunter couldn’t hold me back this time when I tried rushing forward. In a blink of an eye, I stood before my daughter, pulling her toward me. “Aw, how sweet. You almost want to make me want a daughter of my own.” Artemis sighed. “Not!” She roared as she returned to dancing around Caleb’s body.

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!’

I don't know how they'll react. Moon howlers is indeed a big pack but I was in awe seeing their practice field. It was massive. People were gathered here and there. Young men were training. I saw people were eying me making me uncomfortable and conscious. I saw Monica entering the ground giggling with her gang. She was wearing a red sport bra matching with her designer leggings. Her tall slender figure looking enticing.Her eyes fall on me and her happiness got replaced with hostility. " I don't know why Artemis want these weaklings to train with us. Training won't help them, they'll be weak forever." Her words quite insulting.

Bringing Alaric to a dead stop. Shoulders hunkering, he shifted his front feet malcontentedly as he eyed me in a way that had threatening promise. He eased sideways along the wall of arrows. Guards above us were shouting at the wolf to back off. And another arrow whistled into the air. Alaric had to lunge up and veer sideways to evade it. It was aimed for him. He lifted his head almost straight upward and gave me a sideways look. A wolf’s promise for vengeance.

he said. “I was trying not to kill you. Do you know how hot I made that thing?” I said to him, “I could feel the heat. You striked close to my side more than once” he answered," Besides, you can swing two real steel chains, why did you limit yourself to making only one?” “I had ten minutes to get ready. It took me five tries before I could get one done, I wasn't sure I could replicate it easily” “It's took Ares about twelve to sixteen tries before she perfected her bow. Every design on it represented a part of her and she carved them all with gradually.” His words made me even more proud of her. She designed something so perfect to represent who she was.