Artemis Fowl Graphic Novels & Stories

And so, it wasn’t very astounding that she tentatively pulled up the latch. “Oh.” She tried to think of anything else she could add to that as she stared down at the little white rabbit, with huge adorable eyes busily nibbling on a bunch of carrots. “You do not like it,” The esteemed general observed albeit with a little disappointment. He had noticed her looks of boredom, and he had done everything possible to keep her entertained, but the thing was that Artemis was a hard nut to crack. He wanted so badly to make her happy in his company so she wouldn’t leave, but it didn’t look like luck was on his side in that regard.

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.

The executives filed out, leaving me alone with the obsidian table and the folder Amara had brought. I finally reached out and touched the leather. It was still warm from where she had held it. I opened the folder. Inside, on the very first page of the report, was a small, square post-it note. It wasn't a message about the data. It was a small, charcoal sketch of a bird—a sparrow—trapped in a cage of lines that looked suspiciously like the Moore Crest gate. I stared at it for a long time. The lines were delicate but certain. It was the first time I had seen her art since I’d caught her hiding a canvas weeks ago.

My parents said there was no such wolf there. Little did my parents know was that the wolf the rouges were looking for was me. I got my dire wolf Artemis when I was 9. She started talking to me at 7, which in our pack, we start getting the ability to speak to our Guardians at a young age, the youngest being 5. Artemis is all black with a purple triple moon symbol on her forehead. I shifted at 9 due to a single Rouge finding me on neutral territory on my way home from school, who tried to kill me.

“What!” "I understand you're livid, that your friend lies comatose and it's ripping you apart. But listen to me—going after a Gamma wolf who commands a deadly network of sick, sadistic maniacs? They wouldn't even bat an eye or flinch at the thought of ripping you to shreds. You'd be marching into a death trap," Artemis warns, his voice heavy with a blend of frustration and genuine concern. “Trust me, I pack more punches than you realize.”

I was afraid she was going to present her backside to him, but instead she smacks him in the face with her tail before taking off, yipping in excitement. Kai immediately gives chase, playfully nipping at her heels. They play together for hours, enjoying the run, the feel of the earth beneath their paws. Kai eventually mind links that we need to rest and walks us to a pond before walking off. Artemis leans down to drink some water and finds a sunny spot to lay down. Kai comes back carrying a rabbit that he caught and drops it in front of Artemis, still giving her gifts. She takes it and begins eating it as he lays down next to her.

“We won’t give up yet.” “No, we won’t.” Milo agrees, walking over and placing the tray of snacks next to me. He leaves me wordlessly, taking a seat and grabbing a book from the pile as he settles into his chair and opens the book. I skim through the journal, skipping usual entries discussing the way the weather may affect the wolf if the moon remains hidden during a long snow storm or the likes. Artemis’ ancestor was really into documenting every single fucking thing. Except the oath that is torturing me.

Asteria POV. I prepare Carter with Artemis. He is standing on the beach as we paint his skin. The blue paint is from the bioluminescent plants as we make swirls and patterns on his bare skin. His eyes locked on mine as I move my fingers over his skin. “There, you are ready.” I say to him as I strip down and take his hand in mine and lead him towards the water. I look at the beach and see everyone smiling. As we enter the water.

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.

"You and me both, young friend! Though I'd settle for just being able to take a day off now and then!" Artemis circled the chicken stall casually, her bare feet making no sound on the packed dirt of the marketplace. Her movements were fluid and silent, like a predator assessing prey as she moved around each cage. She paused beside the one holding the trembling hen, her sharp eyes focusing on the birds' wings. "Their wings are clipped," she noted clinically, reaching out to point at the short, neat feathers where flight feathers would normally grow long and strong. "That's why they don't try to fly away. Mortals do this so the birds can't escape their enclosures."