Artemis Book Review Novels & Stories

I thought after I expressed what I wanted from him, opening up about how I felt about him, he would have sat at my bedside until the wounds I bear on my skin healed. But he didn't and it makes my heart ache for something that I never had in the first place. I feel alone in a place that is always surrounded by men, Artemis's army of loyal soldiers. The walls are thin and if I listen carefully, sometimes I can make out what they are whispering. ...Artemis has lost his mind... ...He has become bloodthirsty, wiping out the Italian bloodline from the elite families, and he is keeping their pinky mob rings as souvenirs...

I’m sure as hell he hasn’t done anything special to deserve such treatment, except being born with a golden spoon shoved up his ass. Artemis pops open his locker just like that, signaling me. I step up to it, trying to put the books inside but they’re way too heavy. My muscles twitch and everything falls right under me. “Shit.” I swear under my breath. “Be careful, each of those books cost more than anything you've seen back in your old neighborhood.” He taunts. I look up at him with a hateful glare, packing it all up in my hands before dumping it all in there roughly.

“I like it. Cute. Short. Easy to scream.” Elle flinched, her back hitting the wall as if trying to melt into it, but there was nowhere to run. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest trembling with each inhale. “You’re going to be fun,” Artemis whispered, brushing his fingers along her cheek like a mockery of affection. “But let’s lay down a few rules.” He stood back up, towering over her like a shadow cast by something far more monstrous than human. “Rule number one,” he said, pacing slowly in front of her. “No running. I hate chasing. It messes up my rhythm.”

Amira started to address her. Artemis chuckled softly, "Do not fret over introductions right now. Artemis is just fine." The grassy field gradually gave way to a tree line of a dense forest where the sun's light shined in through gaps in the canopy. Amira felt a little more at ease being within the forest, perhaps it felt closer to being home. "Alright, Artemis..." Amira treaded carefully over the name still, "I opened the book in hopes to finding an answer to a problem I'm... Well, we are having in the mortal world."

Artemis stretched beneath my skin, reveling in the sensations of being clean, being safe, being alive. The past few days felt like a fever dream – the attack, the kidnapping, the searing pain as Benjamin tried to force his mark on me. And beneath it all, the startling revelation that had slipped from my lips in the moment of crisis: Artemis had chosen Theo.

Caroline started feeling restless all of a sudden. She could sense that something wasn’t right. “Mamma!!” Artin’s words diverted her attention. “Stories, pleaseeeee.” “Then you will sleep, right?” “Yes,” Artin said, nodding his head. * ‘She is not my mate.’ Artemis kept telling his mind and stepping behind the fake Caroline. At the same time, she was walking toward him with a smirk on her face. Immediately he stumbled and fell on the couch.

Her lips met mine with a force that took my breath away. For a moment, I froze, feeling the storm of emotions I had tried so hard to keep at bay. Artemis was a mix of rebellion and sweet defiance, and even though my mind screamed for me to stop, my body betrayed me. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Thousands of creatures lived in the mage dimension, others more populous than the next. Artemis could be a rare creature from the sea. I wanted her out of my head. Her hair stuck in my mind like her baked blueberry scent. Her hair had tiny loose curls, it was so dark it almost looked blue. She held power I couldn’t let Hera possess. I couldn’t allow myself to get sloppy and let her fall into my bed either. Things got messy when sex coupled with obligation.

I know that she is never paranoid without any reason. And most importantly, I’m having a very bad feeling as well. We watch for another few minutes, a timeframe that for me feels like several hours. I barely spot Finnegan looking for his mate before Artemisia stands up, pulling me with her. “Let’s see what they are up to.” Stumbling after her, I try to catch up with her to prevent myself from looking like a small pup that gets dragged over the playground by her older sister. “What impressive young men,” Artemisia praises the Judge. I remain standing behind them, catching my breath as I watch the next fights unfold.

What do I have to do to get attention? I try not to moan when the exquisite flavors burst through my pallet. Slowly closing my eyes, I let the fireworks of spices drown my body. I've never tasted chicken parm this good before. I remind myself to thank the head chef later. When I opened my eyes, chills went down my spine—no not chills, electricity. I'll be stupid if I won't acknowledge the sphere of electricity that has been flying around the room. I don't want to deny the fact that my toes are curling with the thought of Lucas naked. In my bed. Dark. Alone.