Novelas y relatos de Artemis Arrows

If he could get rid of all of them, he would. Archer wants to revisit the mini park he found last night, he wanted to see a clearer view of it. Of course, it is way different to see something enveloped with darkness than witness it under the shining light. As he was riding his bike to his exit, he saw a familiar figure of a woman from the corner of his eye. He knew that it was her, the girl from last night. Yet this time, the difference is, her features are completely clear before him. He can now assure himself that she is attractive. She wasn't making noise this time but her voice seems to be carved inside his head, he could completely hear them. He doesn't want to waste any of his time so

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.

(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.

Arya let out a sigh in our mind and pushed me back to the dark recesses of our shared mind to block me from focusing on the memories. **Arya P.O.V.** I slid to the forefront of Artemis’s mind. I knew where her train of thoughts was headed and I was doing what I could to protect her from depression. I could compartmentalize through memories without many emotions mostly because I am not focused on them. “Artemis?” I heard Armand ask softly. I smiled and turned my head to face him knowing my eyes were glowing. “No, Love, Artemis is blocked off right now”