Artemis Gifts Novels & Stories

"Which is much more simple than the first, you just have to stick with Kieran and say nice to meet you to everyone he introduces you to" "And don't forget to smile". "Then later in the dead of the night, you and Kieran will meet with the High priestess at the Artemis waterfalls". "I'm gonna do what with who now?. And what in the world is the Artemis waterfalls?". "Artemis waterfalls is the sacred waterfalls said to contain mystic powers, It's off-limits to everyone including the alpha". "It also has a river which flows to Moon Glass pack. The Artemis River. The pack's Alpha, Venkat is a very nice alpha".

Sephora's POV “Sisters! Today we train! We must strengthen our bodies, minds and souls! The power the Goddess gives us must not be wasted!” My sister's voices filled the air, carried by the wind as they reached the furthest ends of the pack. Artemisia stepped forward. I smiled; it had been ages since I had seen her in her gear: Her bronze chest plate, dazzling with bright blue jewels, polished by Lunaria’s waters and blessed by the Goddess herself.

Gunner. Artemis was standing by the bed waiting for us. I laid Zee down and took a small step back. Artemis glided his hands through the air above her body and hummed loudly. He rested the back of his hand on her chest over her heart and then stood up again. “She do too much, get weak. She need rest and big food, then be okay” Artemis nodded to me and headed for the door. “Thank you, Artemis”.

Jaxon: I can still taste you and feel you in my arms. Jaxon: I need you back in them. Artemis: Thank the gods you’re not here it would be very embarrassing for you to see how red my face is right now. Jaxon: I love your innocence, it’s a major turn on. Artemis: Everything about you is a turn-on. Is still can’t believe I’m your mystery girl. Jaxon: I’m glad it is you. It explains so much. Artemis: What do you mean?

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

I could nearly hear the eulogy now: Artemis Vincent, dead at 22 because she was too virtuous to swipe a watch left behind by some rich guy. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Of course, with therapy, that would be nice; if only that were an option when the bills needed paying. One last glance, and I swiped the watch, pushing it deep into my pocket. "Good job, Artemis," I muttered under my breath, "You've earned yourself a burger—Starbucks, here I come—” "THIEF!"

"Yeah. On your twenty-third birthday. Maybe that's Artemis' gift for you to save us from that hellhole. Maybe she pitied us." Oh, so it was my birthday when Alpha Gavner tortured me? What a great birthday gift, then. But if what Amaris said was true, going out of that hellhole was enough. So. . . why would Artemis bless me with other abilities? It doesn't make any sense. Maybe my parents had secret abilities that only they knew. That makes so much sense. I cut my link off with Amaris when I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, it was one of the servants.

Artemis said as she waved her hand to her left. Not even a moment later, Cosmo and Ryleigh appeared beside her. They were both tied up, with chains wrapped around their wrists. Hunter couldn’t hold me back this time when I tried rushing forward. In a blink of an eye, I stood before my daughter, pulling her toward me. “Aw, how sweet. You almost want to make me want a daughter of my own.” Artemis sighed. “Not!” She roared as she returned to dancing around Caleb’s body.

He didn’t recognize the gift. Furrowing his brows, Dominick went over and picked up the gift box. The box was plain with a line of text scribbled on the bottom right. “See you never.” “What is it? It looks so tacky.” With a frown, Gia was ready to throw the gift away. Dominick pressed down on her hand, his eyes narrowing on the line of text. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He opened the box with trembling hands, and his body seized up.