Artemis Fowl Graphic Novels & Stories

She glided over to my Harley to peck at my satchel with her beak; attempting to pull the top open. “That’s Ciara?” Artemis asks, pointing in the direction of the owl. “What is she doing?” I nod, “I think she wants clothes.” With a few careful slow steps towards my bag, I flip it open. Ciara grabs one of the oversized shirts in her beak and takes off towards the top of the closest tree. I chuckle, “Her and those damn trees.” I shake my head.

"Look at you in that dress. Legs for days. These old men are drooling." I laughed. "Shut up. You're the famous painter now. I saw your exhibit downtown last month. Insane." She waved it off but smiled. "Thanks babe. It's going okay. Clients are a nightmare though." We found a spot by the pool, away from the crowd a little. She launched into stories right away. "This one guy," Artemis said, sipping her drink. "He wants a portrait of his ugly dog. Fine. Pays big. But then he says make the dog look noble. Like royalty. I'm like sir, your dog looks like a rat with asthma."

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

(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.

“Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.” “We’re special like that.” Milo grinned and chose a seat near the bed where I’d sat down. “What kind of art do you want?” He didn’t make any introductions so I didn’t feel the need to introduce us either. I pulled a sheet from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. I’d already designed it myself but if he was as good as I thought he was then he’d redraw it. “It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.”

There were a lot of wolves out there in sheep’s skin. I heard a creak to our left, I pushed Liam forward as an arrow flew by us. “Who’s there?” “Is that you Felix?” “Artemis?” we stood up as Artemis made her way to us. She was a beautiful woman, strong, skilled, and deadly. “Are we shooting before asking questions now?”

Katya welcomed it moaning her pleasure as he filled her gripping her hips he pounded her hard and she urged him on, ‘Yes, oh yes, harder Lucas, harder’ She begged him as he lifted her hips and plunged deeper thrusting so hard she cried out as he took her over the edge his hot seed filling her. Turning in his arms she kissed him her body pressed against his wanting more. He felt it too, they had their fun in human form but now it was the turn of their Wolves. Artemis had no intention of giving in so easily to Apollo, in two strides Katya shifted and let her free she jumped through the open window and raced away into the woods. With an angry growl at her disobedience again Apollo quickly came

“Much better than this stamp of shame.” “How is this a stamp of shame? You’re embarrassed of your own kind?” Ariah prodded. “That’s not what I mean,” Celeste snorted. “I love being a wolfie. I just think this thing is ugly. Look how pretty hers is.” “True though,” Nate admitted. “Yours look like a crescent moon with a cute pattern and—” he pulled a face. “Not sure what those are called.” “They look like those symbols in the book of the divine,” Ariah sounded thoughtful.

Craig fixed his outfit as he entered the office. “I apologize, Alpha, I was trying to give Artemis a bath and she ran off” He said with a frown. I chuckled because Artemis seemed to hate the water just as much as I do. She turned her little face up to look at me and made puppy dog eyes at me with a little lip pout. Her eyes were two different colors. Her left eye reminded me of Wyatt being a dark blue sapphire color with little golden flecks throughout it and her right eye being a pure molten gold color with dark blue sapphire flecks throughout it. She looked like Claris, but with Wyatt’s hair and nose, but I could easily imagine her looking like me. I stared into her eyes and smiled again.

‘You like to get to the point, I see.’ Artemis growled loudly. ‘I don’t have time for this.’ Artemis took a stance that showed she was ready to defend herself and rip this wolf’s throat out. The other wolf was a silvery grey, with stark blue eyes and black paws. He was smaller than she was, so she knew this wasn’t an Alpha wolf. Maybe a Gamma or worse; a rogue. The grey wolf pounced towards Artemis and as he jumped, she slid underneath him and caught his belly with her paw, while grabbing his back paw with her teeth. She flung the wolf away from her and the wolf let out a small yelp.