Romans & histoires Artemis Hidalgo

Dahlia is practically bouncing as she runs towards where they are sitting on the sand as they shift. Queen Asteria nods at her people and they bow to her with their foreheads touching the sand. “They are my personal guard, not that I need them, but still, it’s nice to have them with me. That siren kneeling talking to Dahlia is my Beta of sorts, her name is Artemis. Dahlia is safe with her. No harm will come to the future Alpha of Alpha’s you have my word.” I look at her in awe. How did she know who she was?

“He’s been milling around this vicinity with that thing in mask.” Everyone faced Kane and the masked lady. Aiden didn’t want to look up, but he did, and just then, he seemed to realize the trick. The previous lady was someone else, but this one, he could swear with his ass, is no other but Hera. “Kane—” Don Carlos continued. “Remember, after Aiden, you are next in line.” Kane nodded and the table popped back to life. “I think we should leave now.” Artemis said and picked her purse.

Luna said and I felt my wolf, urging me to free her for awhile. The strange cold sensation washed over me and I felt my wolf come out of my body and I heard everyone gasp as I could understand them. She stood beside me and bowed her head toward Silas and me and then at her own mother. She opened her mouth and with a earthly and anicent voice she spoke. "My name is Artemis" I looked down immediately when she spoke her name. Artemis, the moongoddess daugther and the queen of all supernaturals. She is my wolf?!

I speculate, trying to piece it together. As Artemis skims through more pages, refreshing his memory on details he might have forgotten over the years, he reveals more. "It states here that he conquered an Astrian woman, their leader. He referred to her as Grendaline as well." ‘Traitors. All of them were traitors!’ Her voice echoes in my head, struggling to connect with me, even in Artemis' presence. I bite my lower lip, trying to mask the sudden pain shooting through my head, while Artemis continues reading.

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

She was dressed in hunting gear men wore ingreece centuries ago. "My name is Artemis, one of three moon goddesses." She said, as Dr. Botan appeared. "You've got my message?" "I did, it's a bit unusual are you sure about this?" "As long as the people responsible die." "This will make you happy, Queen Emiko?" "It will, reset the timeline." Artemis nodded and we were surrounded by a blinding light and then darknesss. Artemis POV

The pyramid structure gleamed in the atmosphere controlled weather, its pale complexion shone against the dome’s artificial sun’s rays while the dancing holograms at the top continued its usual routine. H-6 parked the hoverbike in front, his presence disturbing a few students. He walked up the steps and into the building, it didn’t take long for his nose to be assaulted by a bevy of smells designed to drive him hungry with anticipation. His stomach slightly growled but he was full, and had a job to do. “Arbiter!” The lady at the front desk piped as she stood straight. “At ease citizen. Ronaldo Tiago-Villalobos. He was registered as present in the facility as of 0900 hours. Where is he”

‘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.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

I looked at her from up high. Quietly, I said, "The tables have turned, Mrs. Lawson." The screen now showed a resume. Mine. 'Winston Artemisia, only son of Henry Artemisia, Imperia's richest man. He is a graduate of the world's top arts academy and the only heir to Goodvista Group.' Then the screen also played the interview that happened at the international finance summit. It also showed a picture of my diva mother with her arm around my shoulder while we were at the Grammy awards.