Artemis Arrows Novels & Stories

’ ‘Just do it! There was silence only the increasing sounds of the spirits chants. I clenched my fist and willing my energy to flow to one point in my body. An auburn light zipped in front of me and threw me on the floor. With every movement the mist returned to the ground. Artemis was a few feet away from me. When I looked at the surge of energy closely it did resemble a bow and arrow. It aimed right for Artemis. ‘Get out of the way!’ It was too late it hit her right in her chest, but she didn’t even flatter.

Proserpina glared. Artemis huffed at the hostility, crossing her arms and Proserpina deliberately tried so hard not to look at the dark-brown bow and set of silver arrows slung over the goddess' back. Those aren’t just for show, “Fine, fine. Be that way when I have been so nice to come instead of Apollo to warn you.” And Proserpina pointedly decided to ignore the remark about Apollo. She would very much prefer not seeing Apollo for another few years (make that a few more centuries), “For what?”

Not just that, she felt something strange between her thigh. The moment Artemis smelt Caroline’s arousal, he removed his thumb from her lips and left the bed, standing on his feet. “Good night, Sarah. We both need to cover Barcelona tomorrow.” “Yeah!” God knew for what reason; Caroline was disappointed that he was leaving the room. “Good night.” Artemis was disappointed too, but he wanted to rush things. After all, he still had thirteen days in his hand. ‘But we should keep the target of ten days.’ Bolt suggested. ‘And by the time, we will also have to tell that we are werewolves.’

Werewolves screamed and scattered. A silver arrow laced with wolfsbane shot out from the shadows. I didn't have time to react. Death seemed certain. Kaiden's hard, searing body slammed into me, a familiar scent of cedar washing over me as he pinned me to the ground. The sound of an arrowhead sinking into flesh was piercing, even over the blast. Kaiden let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently, but his hand never left the back of my head, shielding me.

Artemis asked, still smiling. "Why Artemis?" Fallon asked. "Well if you aren't busy, let's drink together and chitchat" "And why Artemis? Are we friends?" Fallon asked coldly. "But you...." "Just because I had a drink with you one time, doesn't make us friends" She said cutting Artemis short "I was just hoping we could be friends, you're friends with Kent, right?" Artemis asked. "Wheather I'm friends with Kent or not, got nothing to do with you, and just for you to know, I don't make friends with anyone" Fallon said and walks away, with her bow and arrows dancing as she walks.

My very good friend Sin whispered something that I had always wanted to share with Aristotle. "He's staying with us for tonight, is it okay? We have a work tomorrow." Sin grinned and winked at me. "You've already decided. I can't do anything about it." I commented. I was watching Aristotle but plainly to hide my emotions for a moment. He’s wearing his signature v-neck white shirt that shows his masculine body. He paired it with khaki Taslan shorts and white sneakers. I can smell his perfume from the distance. The scent I love years ago! I jumped when he suddenly turned his gaze to me. I immediately averted my eyes because he might catch that I lusted after him in my mind.

His hand pulled the gun almost instinctively and he began firing. The first man in his line of sight dropped, then the second followed. Two more bodies hit the ground in the following second. Everything faded into background noise as Artemis focused on the targets. Enemies. People trying to kill him were his favorite kind of people. A bullet tore through his shoulder and Artemis staggered, but rather than groan, he laughed wickedly. Blood soaked through his shirt but the pain only made the rush stronger. His pulse thundered in his ears as another attacker rushed from behind a vehicle. Artemis shot him twice before the man could even raise his weapon.

Katya nods and all them leave. The group moved through the woods, the oppressive silence weighing heavily on them. Katya, Charlotte, Matt, and Azraiel walked in a somber procession, each lost in their thoughts. As they approached the stairs leading up to their pack office, Katya's voice broke the silence, trembling but resolute. "My mother cloaked the memories of Arthur under a spell to prevent anyone else from looking into them. I could see them since I am her daughter, she made the spell so that only someone from her bloodline could see it." she said, her words hanging in the air.

“I knew it! Let’s go back!” “Huh? Don’t! Azariah is already there!” Aliona said. “Ember, come on. We need to follow—” “Apollo, how old are you?” “27,” he answered. “What about Azariah?” “She’s 24,” Aliona answered. The impatience was on her face. “Apollo, come on.” “Wait!” I said. I faced Apollo. “You are older than Azariah, but why do you let her do something she was not allowed to do?”

Let me help you, so we can go back to the cottage. Aurora looked at him. “Fine by me.” “Good.” Archer said. “I have a bow and arrow. Can you point me where I can find some larger animals? Deer, perhaps, or a wild hog?” “Are you any good at bow and arrows?” The prince chuckled. “It is what I am named for, after all.” The lady arched an eyebrow. “Theobald?”