Artemis Fowl Graphic Novels & Stories

Artemis shot a bright smile, "Anyway, I have something else that I want to ask you!" "Sure, go ahead!" He replied, Artemis took a brief pause this time. Her eyes shook in her sockets and her throat dried up. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth before opening her mouth again. "Creed Gryffon, I think I have fallen for you. Would you please go out with me?" "Eh!!!"

“Inspect the tableware, Chika.” Confused by his focus on the porcelain, I stepped to the mahogany edge and picked up a heavy, custom-fired ceramic bowl. To my absolute disbelief, an elite graphic artist had printed a stylized, sharp-chinned cartoon image of my wolf form—complete with my distinct silver-tinted fur and arrogant scowl—directly onto the glaze of every plate and vessel. Thinking my vision was playing tricks due to the concussion, I picked up a platter, inspecting the border work three times.

Although I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, I extend my senses, listening carefully as they discuss the troubled past of someone named Artemis. ‘Artemis,’ Franz repeats, ‘wasn’t that Fallon’s wolf?’ ‘Wolf?’ "I had a wolf." Fallon’s voice whispers as she is unable to hide the hurt she is feeling. "I thought she was my wolf, but now I’m not so sure." "And what was that wolf’s name?" Donald asks gently. "Artemis." She responds, confirming the question that Franz had just asked me. "Her name was Artemis, the same as the moon goddess’ daughter."

his eyes moistened, a drop of tear almost fall, but he holds it. The owl logo Guy took a deep breath, he then opened his Aqua colored bag and threw everything inside toward his pursuers. One by one the gang fell on the ground. This owl logo Guy was more worth it to be called as the 'Burning Arrow' because all things he threw surprisingly hit the target.

“Well, hellooo, sailor…” I blink. Artemis’s voice slides through my mind like silk soaked in mischief. “If you’re going to paint a mystery man, could you not make him this attractive next time? I’m about to jump into the canvas and lick his face.” “Artemis,” I whisper, slightly horrified. “Seriously?” “Have you seen his jaw? That’s not a jaw, that’s a sculpted promise. And don’t even get me started on those eyes. Blue like sin and sadness. He looks like he could ruin me emotionally and I’d say thank you.”

Smith looked at me with his eyes wide and mouth pulled down. “Hi Artemis, shall we get started?” I said uncomfortably, “Yes, my Goddess” he turned around and stood up straight a walked to a rug laid in the middle of the floor. He motioned me over and sat down on a pillow crossing his legs, I followed his lead. Between us sat a large silver bowl. I looked around the cabin again, noticing small statues of heavenly bodies and wooden wolf carvings. Some looked kind of old and tribal, others looked beautiful, almost regal.