Artemis Cabin Novels & Stories

Caroline looked around Artemis’s penthouse, checking each and every room and the pictures on the wall. Artemis left her for his office work before his office hour. Not just that, he also called his assistant from the landline number to arrive office early. His penthouse had four huge and luxurious rooms, and the best and the biggest among them were occupied by Artemis, which was also her room now. After all, she was his claimed mate now. She blushed at the thought that she was now ‘Gosling,’ not ‘Haysbert.’

“But I need to do it anyway.” She smiled — small, proud. “Then let’s go.” We walked through the pack house together. Past the sleek black doors. Past the floating staircase. Past the living area with the massive screen and the low sofas. Out the back doors. The cabin was separate — attached by a short covered walkway, but private. Dark wood. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Surrounded by trees like it was half-wild. Amara stopped at the door. “This is as far as I go,” she said. “His office is straight down the hall on the left. Just knock. He’ll hear you.”

Also, this giant structure was floating completely soundless. The structure was almost similar to a magic castle floating above the tides. The beauty emanating out of it was mesmerizing. Now Creed understood why Artemis meant by 'not normal'. Inside the dome, Creed also caught a glimpse of several tall buildings surrounded by gardens lushed with greenery. This was not a cruise, but an isolated, self-sustaining island on its own. "This isn't a cruise! It's a goddamn floating castle…" "It really is… Jeez! This is extravagant." Artemis sighed as if she knew it would turn out this way, "These people never pull their punches when it comes to showing the colors of the money."

Artemis POV 6 months ago – Flashback – It was the weekend of the grand opening of our latest design project in Bal Harbor, Miami and I had flown in on Wednesday to make sure everything was going according to the plan and to give the décor my final touches. Ale and I have been working on this project for the past year and a half and we are extremely proud of the outcome.

Artemísia responded in a tone that meant she wanted to stay in hers, watching the flowers that were born slowly. She heard the demon sigh loudly, but did not protest her decision. The two continued to walk among the flowers, feeling the desire to touch the petals and take care of each plant, letting the love she felt go through her fingertips and embrace the flowers. Artemisia loved the idea of living far from the city, amidst so many trees and with a garden large enough to get lost. That was the part that made her stay in the mansion, it was because of that peace and the contact with nature that she remained there. Even if she felt like she was going crazy, even though she spent almost two

Artemis pushed forward again, eager for the freedom of the empty beach, for the chance to run alongside Aeson without the constraints of palace protocol or watchful eyes. "Do you think we could shift after lunch?" I asked, following a few steps behind Theo as the path narrowed. "Artemis is practically vibrating with impatience." "Aeson too," Theo replied over his shoulder. "There's a hidden cove beyond the main beach, completely sheltered from view. Perfect for a run." The thought sent a thrill through me – the freedom to shift without planning, without checking perimeters or alerting security. Another luxury of our private getaway. We reached the car, a sleek but understated black vehicle p

“What exactly do you hope to achieve with this stubbornness of yours?” “I'm not being stubborn. I'm just telling you I won't do it,” Artemis said plainly. Trevor said nothing to that so Artemis began walking. “She'll be here by 3pm. Make yourself available.” Artemis didn't respond and simply headed to his room. He came to pick up some documents for the property he bought a couple of days ago. It was a penthouse and he intended to stay there for a while instead of his private dorm. He didn't give a shit about Melinda or what his father wanted.

She felt her chest tighten with anticipation. After nearly forty minutes, the car pulled into a secluded, walled vineyard where time seemed to still. A stone chapel, ancient and lovely, sat nestled among the vines. Flowers lined the path. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t big. It was just *them.* And standing at the steps of the chapel, dressed in a navy shirt and slacks with no jacket—his usual armor gone—stood Artemis Robinson. He held another envelope in his hand. And in the other… A small, black velvet box.

"I need my friend back.” Artemis looked at me with those bright green eyes, a hint of uncertainty in her expression. "Where would you like me to settle in?" she asked, her voice soft and tentative. I folded my arms across my chest and gave her a hard look. "Find your space, but don’t come near the bed," I said curtly. "That’s my space. And don’t touch any of my stuff.” She nodded, her demeanour polite and submissive. "Understood," she replied, placing her bags on the floor near the opposite wall. She began to unpack, carefully organising her things without making a sound.

Artemis took control, still staying in human form, and sniffing the air she felt that horrible aura she felt in the forest, on Mount Tantalus, and she is horrified by this feeling. "Max!" Artemis said a little bit panicked. It's not afraid for her, but if the hunters are here, Max could be wounded. "Max, give Stark full control please, the hunters are here!" and Stark doesn't even wait for Max, that he used all his strength to leave Max as a simple spectator. "It is impossible. No one knows about this place. I built it with Max, It was our refugee." Stark mindlinks Artemis, trying not to make any noise.