Artemis Arrows Novels & Stories

“And that, my friends and family, was the sprites. You can expect to see them regularly now and if they are frightened, they’ll come to us for protection, which we will provide.” “I like them,” one of my patrols says, shocking me. Personally, I find them annoying. “I adore them!” Ennata says excitedly. “To think, all they needed was a little light. That’s so easy.” “Good to know, because every sprite in this forest will be here in the next 24 hours wanting one.” “How many do you think there are?” she asks. “Maeve made hundreds,” Leana tells her. Ennata closes her eyes, raises her hands and begins chanting. It only takes a moment before there are hundreds of icicles floating in the air. Then

It was like I was slowly getting a statue in my position especially when I saw how they held the trigger of the guns as if they were going to fire at any moment. “27… Choose, Umbrielle!” She looked at her brother who was also laughing now. "Kill me, Artemis. Protect our child…” Zelo said to me with a smile. Trying to assure me. On Honey's count, I gradually aim for Zelo. Tears proceed to fall. He didn't flinch at all before he nodded at me with a smile. "Fucking pull the trigger, Artemis!" Honey said laughingly. The tears seemed to overflow. My arm was shaking as I continued to sob. I thought I was already strong but I'm not.

Artemis moved up so that his manhood could apply more pressure on her clitoris than usual as he entered her. In the next few seconds, their cries of pleasure and desire could be heard, especially from Caroline. “It… feel so good, hon,” Caroline admitted. “I’m glad that you like it,” Artemis said, enjoying this position because one of the advantages was that he wouldn’t orgasm soon. “The next time, I will get a medicine rather than using this rubber,” he added. “OW Pharmaceutical Companies prepare a rare type of pills and injection that also work on a werewolf,” he told her before she could have questioned anything.

I still don’t know why and no matter how hard I have tried to pry the information from her, she was adamant about keeping me in the dark, which resulted in more curiosity of course. The first category to begin is archery. I had hoped it would be a long while before I set my eyes on another bow and arrow again but here I am. The participants line up with their gear, ready to begin. From my spot, I see Xena in her attire, hair tied up and looking all badass with her bow. She pulls off the whole Artemis look effortlessly. I want to scream her name out but my whole judge act prevents me from even showing a hint of partiality to either one of them, which is a total letdown and takes away all the

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

Manolya’s POV The dust from Aries hadn’t even settled before the world shifted again. The Artemis demon transformed the arena, the shifting marble of the amphitheater groaning as it morphed into a vast, rugged terrain. Colossal rocks erupted from the center stage, scattering across the ground. The fog seeped in once more, thick and suffocating, enveloping us in an oppressive silence that swallowed the rows of ghostly spectators. Artemis descended from mid air to the center of the arena. She reached behind her back and drew out her bow, its surface carved with ancient symbols. She pulled the string back, and an arrow of glowing white energy formed between her fingers, solidifying as she aimed

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”