Artemis Book Review Novels & Stories

"I’ll live for you, my goddess." "Good." Artemis clapped as a brilliant smile spread across her face. "Now, you should get going." As the words left her lips, I felt the ground beneath my feet disappear entirely and my body begin to fall. Looking up, I met Artemis’ amused gaze as she lifted a hand and gave a small wave. "Consider this your redemption." She called as the world around me turned dark. "Make the most of it!"

She announces with such great authority laced into her voice, that no creature could dare disobey such a command. Usually the nurses would refuse, perhaps even laugh at the ridiculous suggestion, with the baby only being a minute old, but the mother is no normal being. She is Artemis, Goddess of the Moon. Manipulating a human's mind is as easy as slicing a sharp knife through hot butter for her. In moments, the nurses and the baby's father have vacated the room, allowing her to be at peace with the bundle of joy cocooned in her arms. With dread, Artemis tries not to ponder on the fact that she soon has to leave. Three years.

I can't even leave his side because even when he's drunk, he can easily feel my movements and always say that I promise him that I won't leave. I just woke up the next day with the sun shining on my face. My lips parted a little when I realized that I was still hugging Zelo and he was also very close to me. Damn. If you're not really stupid, Artemis, you wouldn’t let yourself be swayed by what you feel. I thought you would avoid him? What are you doing again? You're letting yourself drown in your own feelings once again. I slowly removed his hand wrapped around me. Our two children are probably looking for me. And I actually fucking managed to flirt here. You are such a good mother, Artemis.

It would be faster that way, and I could get out of here before I succumb to his charms. “Don’t go looking for any troubles on your own, Nemesis! Knowing you, I doubt you would wait till we make solid plans that would actually work,” Artemis said, as if reading my mind. I tried to keep the blush from my face so that it wouldn’t give me away.

"It's an observation, Artemis. You created a magnificent, complex lie to save the Crossbearer’s operation, and yet you still found time to color-code your emergency escape routes. I appreciate that level of detailed commitment. I admire a woman who takes her chaos seriously." "My chaos," Artemis shot back, her tone dry, "is my defense mechanism. Unlike you, Charon, I don't need a three-piece suit to prove I'm dangerous. I just need a single server, and I can erase your entire existence. What do you call that level of detailed commitment?"

"Please, call me Hermes. And may I say, you are quite talented yourself. Your paintings have a unique perspective, and I find that quite refreshing." I felt my cheeks warm at his compliments. "Thank you, Hermes. I'm so glad you like my work." His smile broadened. "I'd love to discuss your work further if you're free for dinner sometime?" I felt my heart skip a beat. Hermes wanted to have dinner with me. I was going to have dinner with one of the most influential people in the art world. "Of course, that would be wonderful," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Hermes gave me a warm smile and walked away, leaving me to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a

For all her power and authority, in this moment she was simply a mother caring for her child, grateful for a warm place to rest and the safety of walls around them. Artemis had moved to stand by the window, her form silhouetted against the faint glow of street lanterns as she looked out over the sleeping village. She stretched luxuriously, her shoulders rolling back as she worked out the stiffness from hours spent riding. “My muscles appreciate proper shelter after hours on horseback – even a deer’s back grows weary after so many leagues.”

Rhys glared at Amira, then turned his glowering eyes to the Artemis. Artemis snorted. “Because I can.” She walked around them and waved her hand as though they were nothing more than her toys. “You rejected my gift. I knew in the stars it would be tough, but I never expected you to reject what so few have… How conceited.”

I didn’t know how to help Artemis go through this, but I wouldn’t leave her to do it alone. I realized when she didn’t know what was happening that when she went through it in the past that she must have been unconscious. I had gone to get a nurse while she was in the shower, but she wouldn’t let her near. The nurse came out of the bathroom and told me that she wouldn’t be able to help Artemis. When I came into the bathroom again my heart felt like it was breaking. Artemis looked at me will tear filled eyes as she refused to wear the hospital gown. I gave her my shirt to wear because I thought my scent would calm her down a little. I listened as she told me she wanted to leave, but I wasn’t

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.