Artemis Her Hunt And More Novels & Stories

(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.

“Vegetation is only a day away. They’ll have plenty of food and water until they reach the forest.” “What about the raiders?” Alex asked. “They’ll surely make a meal out of them.” In other words, the boars might get hunted once they were spotted. “Trust us, Anne can handle them,” Miranda reassured. “She is Artemis’s Brave, after all.” Artemis, the Greek goddess of hunt and wilderness. From the mythology I’d read, she could command animals and transform humans into one. We entered the cave while pushing the stagecoach inside. It was almost as big as the Marble Hall of Rad’s castle. On the walls and ceiling, there were hundreds of holes in various sizes. There were also wheel tracks and boulde

Arte nodded silently, confirming. In order to help her nation, Artemis flipped her name and became an anonymous military hacker when she was just thirteen. They occasionally take her on missions across the world, and this time, Alec was assigned as part of her protection detail for an upcoming training mission. Word was...Simetra had pledged to become stronger and join the military as a soldier, keeping her hacking capabilities on the side. Alec swallowed sharply, unsure of what to say. This girl...It was the one he had to spend every waking moment with for the next two years.

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.

Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment. Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....? Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes.

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

Despite my desperate need for relief, I have yet to receive any adequate treatment to restore me to total health. I felt a sense of urgency to accomplish something with speed. The pack remains a mystery, and I am completely unaware of what transpires. My jaw dropped in disbelief as I overheard the juicy gossip that Artemis, the fierce huntress of the pack, was set to become the Luna alongside her Alpha, the formidable Blake. It was hard to fathom that this was all part of Hermione's cunning plan. Her heart yearned for the coveted position.

“You are right, Clara! The constellation Orion was inspired from Orion, a hunter in Greek mythology. They say Orion was the only lover of Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt. Artemis had a distaste for men, except Orion. Only Orion was accidentally killed by her.” “What? That sounds quite tragic,” I told him. I might not be a fan of mythology gods, mostly because I do not believe it is true but it sounds to me that Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt has quite a sad story. “Yes. I can not imagine being able to love someone then accidentally doing something bad to them,” Gavin said as he looked at me.

"He's carrying royal blood, and he's weak. You grab a pregnant royal Omega, you don't just get a hostage—you get total leverage over the crown. You can blackmail King Madina for half a sector, or sell the kid to the highest bidder on the dark web. It's a goldmine. Half the bounty hunters between here and the core are scrubbing these docks right now, looking for anyone hiding a fresh scent patch." Cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Four hundred thousand credits. Criminal syndicates. Bounty hunters. I wasn't just hiding from my father's royal guards anymore. Every cutthroat, mercenary, and syndicate runner on this planet was actively looking for an Omega hiding behind a patch. If