Artemis In Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

She howled silently, calling out to them, promising to never give up or surrender until she found them. Devin walked beside her, silent and steady, his gun at the ready. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey, and that they had much more to face and fight. But he also knew that Arystyn was a force to be reckoned with, a warrior who would stop at nothing to protect what she cherished. The moonlight illuminated their path, showing them the way forward, into the unknown.

George said through gritted teeth, irritated by Margot's outburst. Margot, out of all of them, knew the most about Arte. She knew Artemis had a sister named 'Khi'; she knew Arte was a nickname. But all of this was known by George, Mia and Lillian too. What Margot knew more than they was that Artemis came from a powerful family. She didn't know which family or what her role in said family was. But she knew Arte wasn't just a nobody or a small somebody, and she knew about Apollo not being dead, but in a coma.

(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.

The gesture was so tender, so quintessentially Oscar, that it nearly undid me. "What did you do?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern. I pulled back slightly, meeting his deep brown eyes. They were tired but full of life, that familiar enigmatic glint slowly returning. A small smile tugged at my lips as I considered how to explain. "I wasn’t strong enough to do it, but Artemis…" I began, my voice soft. "She gave some of her own power, her own life, to wake up Dionysus. To help him wake you up."

Artemis The cruel side of mine wasn't hidden from the world. I always tried to be generous to my people but when it comes to traitor, disloyal and cheater I will not show any mercy to them. Past few day's events, messed up emotions and so much pressure on my head, I was going crazy. I was in need of a release and torturing Elias to death gave me peace, yes I'm a maniac.

PERSEPHONE is so busy on the pasta section while artemis is like a baby who keeps on putting whatever on their cart. Sweets are mostly artemis is keep on putting unto their cart. They didn't realize a middle aged woman was behind them while observing their moves. "Oh my freaking fucking god!" Persephone exclaimed when she noticed the lollipop and candies into their carts. She immediately looked for artemis. She bumped the middle aged woman un-intentionally and she immediately apologize and left.

Athena pulled her head from under his and looked appreciatively at him. “You made much more difference in my life than you can ever know. You saved me,” love for her brother poured out of her eyes. “You were the one who got Cleon into the team, you trained him, you taught him a lot,” she knew it was Arthur but never admitted to him. “You know, Theia, this is why people love you. You might have issues with people, but you never wished bad on anyone,” Arthur affectionately hugged Athena, and the girl hugged him back.

“Artemis…” . #TBC

Her apparel even shone brighter than the first time I saw her, and I noticed a wild boar that I hadn't seen before next to her. “W-who are you?” The girl smiled, and I could have sworn I saw the moon when she did. Maybe, it was only my imagination because the sky was still moonless. “It's funny, you don't know me.” She said, her voice calm. “I don't know everyone that walks about in the forest,” I said with an eye roll. “You are right.” She beamed. “Anyway, I am Artemis.” “Goddess Artemis?” I asked and she nodded. “No way!”

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa