Artemis Novel Novels & Stories

Allie turned her sketchbook to a blank page and began to draw again—this time, two hands reaching for each other. --- Artemis He awoke to the smell of her perfume and the soft rustle of sketch paper. No nightmares. No mission briefing. Just morning. For someone who once ruled through shadows and blood, Artemis Valen was stunned by how much peace suited him. He rose, walked over, and wrapped his arms around Allie from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “What are you drawing?” “Us,” she murmured. “Before the world got so loud.” “I like this version of us better,” he said softly. “Quieter. Real.”

Recommendation: consider termination to minimize risk to the Luna and the pack. I let the paper fall onto my lap and pressed both palms flat against the taut skin of my stomach. “You’re perfect,” I whispered to the little life inside me. “I know you are. I’ve felt every kick, every roll. You’re strong. You’re ours.” A tiny foot pushed firmly against my right hand as though in answer. I stayed like that until the grandfather clock in the hall struck one. The front door opened with a soft click. Heavy footsteps crossed the foyer. I heard the familiar sound of Rowan kicking off his boots, the tired exhale he always made when the day had worn him thin.

"This quiet... it suits us well, don't you think? Artemis leaned against a fencepost with her arms crossed, her bow resting beside her where she could reach it easily, though her hunter senses were alert now only to the natural world around them rather than to danger. "Even I admit this is pleasant. No political intrigue, no divine quarrels - just sun and earth and living things going about their lives." She nodded toward the far side of the farm where Elias was leading a small herd of cattle through a wooden gate into fresh green pastureland, the animals lowing contentedly as they moved toward the grass.

But as the third woman in the group adjusted her diamond-encrusted glasses to lock onto the side profile of the woman they were all eager to see, her breath hung in her throat, and her face went entirely pale. “Oh my!” she whispered, her voice trembling, “Is that.. that... is that Gina Artemis?” The other women snapped their heads toward her, their eyes aching in confused disbelief, “Don't be ridiculous, Delancey. Gina Artemis died about four years ago. It was all over the news that she committed suicide right after the board voted her out of her own company.” “Some say she didn't,” the first countered, “The rumors back then said the body was never found and that she was only seen jumping of

“I’m something new.” She thrust her glowing palm toward the Well. Silver light shot from her mark into the vortex. The red glow dimmed, replaced by pale shimmer. Symbols winked out one by one. The pull of the Well lessened; instead of being dragged forward, Ava felt herself rooted to the stone, steady as the mountain. Elias screamed, lunging at her. This time when his hand — if it was a hand — struck hers, it met resistance. The silver light wrapped around his arm like chains. He howled, staggering.

*My bleary eyes opened to a sudden brightness, the familiar room with a scent that relaxes my nerves even though I want to freak out because this place is so strange. This time again, I'm in the garden. Surrounded by different scents and colours, I was once again immensed in the ethereal beauty around me. Safe for the gentle rustling of flowers, it's completely silent here. “I see we meet again." I jolted at the sound of the voice, it slice through the silent atmosphere in the garden. I turned around to see Artemis. The sun rays shone on her, accentuating the shiny gown she wore and the crown on her head.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

It felt fake and forced. Ava stared, speechless. The room felt too warm, the air thick with unspoken words. She bent to retrieve the portrait, a smear of paint blurring Lucas's face. The beautiful image she’d created was now ruined, a reflection of how she felt inside. "I… I should go," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She turned and fled, the image of Lucas and Sophia kissing seared into her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the already smudged portrait. She clutched it to her chest, the canvas rough against her skin. The betrayal, sharp and unexpected, cut deeper than she could have imagined. She’d poured her heart into that painting, just like she’d poured her heart into

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

She could continue down the path of vengeance, fueled by her need for retribution, or she could find a way to reconcile her emotions with her mission, to salvage the fragile connection she had forged with Ardolf. As the moon's glow filtered through the window, casting a gentle light over the map that lay before her, Athena knew that her decision would shape the course of her destiny. In a world defined by shadows and deception, she had to find a way to navigate the treacherous terrain of her own heart, to find a balance between her thirst for revenge and the unexpected yearnings that had taken root within her.