Artemis Danmachi Novels & Stories

“Daxos.” She looked calm, gentle, and utterly flawless—the perfect image of a future noble Luna. She did not look anywhere near as breathtaking as the mysterious white wolf I once glimpsed on a dark, rainy night, but to the wolves in this hall, Artemisia was the ultimate prize. Standing next to me, she looked like a sacred moon goddess while I was nothing but a mangy camp follower. Daxos nodded, his eyes locked onto her face. The severe injuries she took during our last border skirmish were completely wiped away by the healing omegas. “Are your scars truly healed? Does the old wound still burn?”

She had vanished as completely as morning mist. ‘MATE,’ Aeson projected, the word tinged with frustration and longing. ‘Where—‘ The thought cut short as something solid collided with my side—a white blur moving so fast I had no time to brace. The impact wasn't painful, but it was forceful enough to unbalance me, sending me stumbling sideways in surprise. Artemis landed lightly a few feet away, her posture playful, tail waving in clear delight at having successfully ambushed me. Her yellow-green eyes sparkled with mischief, her mouth open in what could only be described as a wolfish grin.

I whisper to Dario as he unties me while my eyes are trained on the two fighting in front of us. “The enemy took our Queen; why wouldn’t I come?” “Ugh, Dario, I told you not to call me that,” I say, knowing this is not the time for pleasantries, especially since it looks like Dante has the upper hand. Then again, the man is a literal weapon now and built for killing. When I look again, Arman has knocked Dante to the ground with a punch to his head, pinning him and aiming his punches at Dante’s face. Dante twists himself and gets on top, dazing Arman with a blow to his temple.

“Since you are so great, why don’t we have a spar” Mane wanted to spar with Dan? Over the past few weeks, they had sparred a few times. Every time they fought, it was with a handicap. Dan only fought with one arm. He always fought with only his left arm, and never used his right arm or his legs. Mane who knew that Dan was right-handed, was very much aware of the fact that Dan had never fought seriously. It served to reinforce his belief that Dan was a First Generation Mystic Path Warrior who survived the battle against the Winged Serpent. His reasoning was simple.

Her mate embraces her in his arms while both of them are crying. "Oh what lovely scene mates are holding each other while crying. See that by looking at it my heart is bleeding for them". Damien's sinister mocking voice heard behind the couple . The couple turned to find the whole area was covered by rogues and Alpha Demon was standing in front of them while wiping his fake tears. " Damien " Artemis said with hatred. "Artemis'' Demon mocked. Artemi's face darkened in anger. "Now now come to the main point, where is daughter Artemis".

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

He placed Amaria on the ground, “ I can heal her but not completely , the bleeding will stop but she might still feel pain ,” Teresa explained, “ Just do it,” Dove said, “ Hey, hybrid remember what I told you, it's the only way to defeat that Daemon, ” Teresa yelled and the hybrid nodded. She turned and knelt beside Amaria's body She closed her eyes and placed her hands on Amaria's stomach, a green mist-like aura engulfed her hands as she began to chant a spell

(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.

Not after everything. “Breathe,” Damon said, gripping my shoulders. “It’s over. That wasn’t now. You’re here. Right here. You're fighting, you are willing to fight. You just have to keep going.” I choked back a sob. “She’s still in my head,” I whispered. “I feel her. She won’t leave. I am trying, but she's growing stronger by the day. She's not going to stop.” “You’re fighting her.” His voice dropped, firm. “That’s what matters. Whether or not she stops does not make a difference. As long as you fight, you are strong. Carter, you can do this.”

"I don't believe that they had gotten their wolves before he took his own life. Yesterday was Amaris's first time shifting." "Did you get to speak with her today?" Dad asks at the mention of my mate again. "No," I tell him, shaking my head back and forth as hurt, frustration, and disappointment wash over me. "She never showed up to school." Several silent moments tick by as different scenarios rush through my head regarding why she never showed. "I'm worried about her," I mutter, breaking the silence, with my shoulders slumped, and head lowered towards the floor. "She can take care of herself. She is strong," he remarks, the hint of a smile quirking up at the corner of his lips. "She is unli