Artemis In Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

"Come with me, Artemis. Not Jason. Not your nightmares. Me. I will lead us through this storm, and I will see that what you fear most never happens. But only if you're with me, not against me." Artemis's breast heaved and fell in harsh breaths. He allowed his gaze to drift slightly, not quite fixing on Ace's, as if to find an answer in the moving shadows on the wall. He had fought battles where blood-soaked the ground, battled enemies greater than himself, yet none of them confused him so much as this battle did. Ace waited. He did not press on, knowing that silence worked better than argument. The flickering fire lit his face, his confidence seemingly unshaken, though hidden behind it his o

Apollo blinked a few times before answering. “Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the moon… even childbirth and chastity.” “I knew it!” Summer cheered, grinning at Artemis. “I should call you a goddess! You’re so pretty, just like her!” “Does that mean you’ll call me Uncle God?” Apollo piped up. Summer wrinkled her nose. “But you’re not a god.” “Yeah, but Apollo is a god—and he’s handsome.” “But you’re not as cool as him.”

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.

"King Athena of Antarti pack," "By Luna, you make me jealous," Meredith said. "Why?" "A woman King? Impressive! I wished I could pull that feat, honestly. From what I've heard, you fear no one at all. Not many women would actually stand up to a pack and declare herself King," Eucaria rolled her eyes. "Not any woman will. Athena is the only woman. Her name already tells who she is. The Greek goddess of war. You are indeed fearless," If these women were flattering her, it was real work. Her cheeks were red from the good things these women said about her. This was her first time being talked about this way and it made her swell with pride.

With all the strength of a war god, he could only force out a single, broken word. "I…" "And that is why she will never turn back. Your Highness, the God of War, a bond between god and mortal was ever a fragile thing. To continue this entanglement will only lead to the mutual torment of two souls." With that, Pythia turned away from him and walked alone toward the distant Hall of Sacred Fire. Only Aresios remained, standing forlornly in place, like a bronze statue that had been silent for ages. Late that night, the other teachers and I returned to the sanctuary, carrying heavy baskets of herbs on our backs, guided by the starlight.

I hissed in displeasure. "My name is Temis not Imelda." "Imelda is your mortal name," she picked up a flower planting it in her hair as she backed me. "Your real name and identity is Artemis, I personally call you Temis because you hate the name." I was silent, gawking at her as though she was crazy. Maybe she was. Who the hell was she calling Artemis? I was simply Imelda and I had no affiliations with Artemis. I didn't even know much about her until the deer appeared that night.

I whispered, and my tears began to fall. “I know… I know, my child, but I’m still here. I’ll help you, and I won’t leave you. Please, Athena, don’t give up—at least for the sake of your future child,” she said, making me release the rope I was holding. I’m such a horrible person. What have I done?

His fingers wrap around mine, crushing them gently in a tight, possessive grip that leaves zero doubt as to where I stand. Artemisia stares at our joined hands, her face twisting into a mask of pure hatred. "Leonidas! She endangered your life! She doesn't belong in the Argyros Citadel!" Leonidas doesn't even look at her. He glances at Aspen Li, his voice razor-sharp. "Remove her from my sight." "Leonidas, no!" Artemisia screams as Aspen and Stelios step forward, grabbing her by the arms and dragging her toward the outer gates. "I am your true Luna! The Moon Goddess chose me!"

I slowly approached the glass cabinet as my eyes traced the outline of the equipment, and suddenly, my heart pounded—not in excitement, but in familiarity. “Holy shit. That’s Artemis’ bow! I did not expect that it would be located in the basement of the Evening Shadow!” Artemis’ bow? Artemis. . . is one of the triple goddesses. Is this the reason why looking at the bow feels familiar? It was as if it was calling me.

he let out honestly. "Demigods are not servants to gods. They are loyalists" she retorted once again. "The only reason you are bent on knowing my secrets is, you want to use it against me. And that's a great mistake on your part. Because gods are invincible" she seemed provoked. "Why would I want to use your secret against you?" he shook his head. "Because Alpha Jones had brainwashed you and the others. He has made you believe he is the one keeping this life together" she fumed and hit the chair she stood up from.