Artemis Novel Novels & Stories

Athena's POV I wake up with a splitting headache, but the soft embrace of my Egyptian cotton duvet covers makes it bearable. Turning to my side, I spot Cassian lying on top of the covers, deeply engrossed in his sketchbook. He’s drawing something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of myself—my makeup, the clothes I passed out in last night. I peek under the covers and realize I’m no longer in last night’s clothes; instead, I’m wearing a comfortable shirt from my closet. I’m still in my underwear, which means Cassian must have helped me change without taking advantage of me while I was out cold.

I opened my eyes and saw that the nurse was already on the floor, her arms were separated from her body causing a bloody mess in my ward. “Arturo," I called him “, Where is Artie?," I asked forgetting myself. “He is with Frank. I decided to come back and get you. I found the ship to transported the substance and discovered that there was an antidote for your condition," He explained. “Please can you get me some water. I don't feel so good right now," I complained to him feeling a bit dizzy and hot. My insides felt like I was in fire and my brain banged within my head. Arturo agreed to my request and left me certain that nothing would happen to me since he had destroyed the nurse's arm.

“Ummm…Yes!!” Soon, Artemis walked into her room, carrying breakfast in his hand with a big grin on his face and still shirtless. ‘Damn, he is sooooo hot.’ Artemis observed her eyes traveling all over his naked body, but he dared not tease her because if he would, then she would avert her gaze, which he didn’t want to.

Arthur’s POV This can’t be. I shake my head in disbelief. It can’t. “You can’t reject her.” Ares warns me. “How?” I whisper, trying to gather my thoughts. “A second chance, maybe.” Before I can reply to Ares, I lock eyes with the lady in platinum hair. My heart skips a beat, as I witness her eyes glow a mesmerizing tortoise blue shade that nobody notices but me.

I said calmly, and he stopped reading. “I didn’t know you were feeling that.” “It feels cold.” Arsel lowered the book and looked carefully into my eyes. “It’s hard not to be afraid. I found you on the brink of death. Then I watched you lose your memory, regain it, break down, try to leave, and cry over faults that weren’t yours. And now you’re here, bound to me, smiling in front of a fireplace. It’s the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me, and that’s exactly why I’m terrified of losing it,” he admitted, and my heart ached.

(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.

Artemis added, her gaze locking onto mine. My breath caught as I looked frantic towards Manolya. She didn’t say anything, and my heart leaped in terror. “And I see another fear when I look at you,” she continued, her voice velvet-smooth. “I…see…everything.” Before I could react, a violent force tore me away from Manolya. A sudden tide surged from nowhere, cold and relentless, dragging me backward as Artemis laughed, delighted, to her heart’s content. “Manolya! Grab my hand!” I screamed.