Artemis Danmachi Novels & Stories

"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

“It’s nice to meet you Arya. I am Armand and my wolf is Tafari.” I said letting my joy seep into my voice. ~”Mate, Arya. My love. It’s a pleasure”~ Tafari said before letting out a happy yip. I heard a giggle come from Arya before she spoke again. ~”Tafari and Armand. I want to tell you who hurt Artemis. She has gone through so much. She is a beautiful human inside and out. I am only sorry I wasn’t there for her sooner. She has been tortured her whole life. There is only one year she can’t account for which is the very first year of her life. I think she was kidnapped when she was one years old. She is almost 17 now. I only came to her when she turned 12. That is when things began to get way

He tilted his head at me, studying me like a predator, his prey. Artemis, who was my ex-husband's step-brother, has always had a thing for me. He was an illegitimate child that was only a Demonté by name but had his heart captured by I because I was the only one who didn't treat him like he was trash. He was in love with me and had confessed to me a few times

while tears are streaming down my face. My mouth fell open when I heard the crowd's applause. Their claps, their cheers... "Congratulations to our winner, Florence Mil for surviving the final round! Again, we have a winner!" the speaker announced. I roamed my eyes around expecting to see Eula... I don't understand... what's happening? Then the screen opened, showing the silhouette of the mysterious Domina. "Congratulations my dear, you're the only one who prevented the closest people to your heart from dying. You have survived the final round which is... the illusion. All of that... was just an illusion." she explained. I was glad to hear it but something is bothering me.

If that ends up being the case, both he and Bree will have their hands full. “No, actually you stay. It would be good to get your take on this.” I saw as relaxes back into the armchair a bit, while still keeping his elbows on his knees, like he’s already planning a strategy for whatever is going on. He’s a lot like Jacob in that respect, I realize. Like Jacob, Dax, while an adult, is also still young and is determined to do his job well (which he always does), taking things very seriously as to not be looked upon as a pup. That’s when she arrives. The woman who taught me about compassion, taught me how to care for a pack, also taught me how to fight, and how to make the best damn chocolate c

I answered firmly, "And, I don't care." Arthemisya smiled thinly, wrapped in knots of pain and full of revenge. "Isn't life and death no different to you? You failed to protect my body. You were controlled by the enemy. You only harmed Tiger!" An invisible breeze blew from behind, making her hair flutter like black water. "I will be back," Arthemisya added, lowering her voice. "Anyway." "I won't let you take the body!" Arthemisya leaned her face close to my ear. "We'll see," she whispered.

she states reaching out of my jawline. I held her wrist, twisting hard in it. “I thought I made it clear to you, that I never want to see you again? So what the hell are you doing here” I barked. “If you want your omega mate brought back in one piece, then I suggest you think wise and let go of me,” She says. My hold on her loosened up before I instantly pinned her to the wall, “if you dare to hurt even a strand of her hair, I won’t take it—”

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

"In front of the entire pack. With a silver blade. It’s going to be slow, and it’s going to hurt. I’m going to make sure you feel every ounce of pain you ever caused Halen." Ella began to shake. "No... please... Domine, we’re mates! You marked me at the ceremony! We have a fated bond!" Domine let out a cold laugh. "A bond? That wasn't a fated bond. It was a lie. I only have one true mate: Halen Rhodes." He paused, his gaze turning lethal. "As for you... you’re just a liar. A dead woman walking. I’m going to watch you die to avenge her."

I know she was sad and I cannot doubt her suffering, but that doesn’t give her a right to make Aramis feel bad. “Lady! If you don’t know anything, don’t talk,” her demeanor changed when she turned her head to me, “Aramis has always made it clear that he will never mate with someone he feels the mate bond with. He will pick a random girl that he feels an emotional connection with,” she grunted when repeating what kind of beliefs, he had.