Artemis Hunters Novels & Stories

“It’s nice to meet you Arya. I am Armand and my wolf is Tafari.” I said letting my joy seep into my voice. ~”Mate, Arya. My love. It’s a pleasure”~ Tafari said before letting out a happy yip. I heard a giggle come from Arya before she spoke again. ~”Tafari and Armand. I want to tell you who hurt Artemis. She has gone through so much. She is a beautiful human inside and out. I am only sorry I wasn’t there for her sooner. She has been tortured her whole life. There is only one year she can’t account for which is the very first year of her life. I think she was kidnapped when she was one years old. She is almost 17 now. I only came to her when she turned 12. That is when things began to get way

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.

Hearing that they spent so much time like they were, I felt as if I could understand completely. Not to the degree they must have endured, but to be near the one they love but not be with them was torture all on its own. Plus, I understood what it was like to have something take control over your actions. Once again, not to their extent but I at least had a good idea. “We should probably let you know that just because the hunters are gone and we are no longer your enemy, Artemis isn’t finished with the lot of you. She fully intends to destroy everything because she believes it is rightfully hers.” Emma spoke when they pulled back to look at everyone.

‘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.

Or at least she had a hand in it. “Nyctimus will show you the way. He knows where it can be found. Only he who holds courage and strength from within can wield the dagger. You are justice you are the voice of reason; seek truth and you shall win.” Ashe croaks. She drops my hand and then looks at Mathias. “Arcas,” she calls to his beast and Mathias’ eyes light up, his silver orbs shining cosmically. “Arcas. I tried I promise I tried. She can and will come back. Both of them.”

(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.

Dark skin and curly black and blonde curly lockets: Moya Vitiello. I should have seen this coming. The black hunter and the dead queen of the underworld had worked together on countless missions and heists reigning the most wanted criminals. One put a man to shame with her seducing qualities with her name being echoed in the world and one who does justice in forms of murder, the Black Hunter. “Didn’t expect that coming, did you?” a certain Russian voice asked while nudging me while sipping on glass that I could only presume to be vodka. “Dimitri,” I started, “you wouldn’t know if this would you?”

She gives me control and I shift and I hear Silas shift right after me. Silas The woman is another goddess, although I don’t know which one she is. She looks at Lux curiously and doesn’t seem to care about me. Suddenly, her eyes met mine and she smiled softly before saying, “I apologize for the hunt you two. I’m Artemis, the goddess of hunting, the wilderness, nature, chastity, and child birth. If I noticed your situation from the beginning then I never would’ve allowed anyone to hunt you.” My eyebrows furrow in confusion and Lux seems confused as well as she says, “I don’t know what you mean by ‘our situation’. But we appreciate you stopping the hunt.”

"The Ghost Ninja. It is a strange name but I've heard worse. Black Night? Blueberry Mulberry? Hunters have had weirder names." Yeah, I didn't know anything about how hunters picked their names but the gears in my head were turning and they weren't telling me good things. The hunter's name sounded so familiar which it shouldn't have since I'd never come in contact with a bounty hunter in my life. Then it clicked. 'Fuck,' Artemis whispered. "Jabari, listen to me and listen carefully." I took a breath, clutching my hands into a fist as they started to quiver. "Secure the borders. Find whoever is supposed to be transporting her and stop them. I have to speak to Valens now."

“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