Artemis Novel Novels & Stories

I speculate, trying to piece it together. As Artemis skims through more pages, refreshing his memory on details he might have forgotten over the years, he reveals more. "It states here that he conquered an Astrian woman, their leader. He referred to her as Grendaline as well." ‘Traitors. All of them were traitors!’ Her voice echoes in my head, struggling to connect with me, even in Artemis' presence. I bite my lower lip, trying to mask the sudden pain shooting through my head, while Artemis continues reading.

She said. "No, Artemis is not like that." I countered her words, replaying the scene of the previous night where he had sent Natasha out of his home because he was now married to me. "How did you know? It's barely twenty four hours since you met him. Maybe he might have sweet talked you into believing him." At this point, Jhena's words meant nothing to me. I was drawn to Artemis, not because of his wealth or the good life that lay ahead of me. I don't think he feigned sending Natasha off.

I turned towards him with a confused expression plastered on my face, before I could say anything, Artemis led me out of the room. When I'd gotten to my room, I pondered hard on the issue at hand. What did Poseidon mean? He was being too awkwardly sincere. Well, for one thing, I wasn't going to use that pool anymore. Ah! A. Brilliant idea lit up in my brain, and I hurriedly slipped into my nighties. ★★★★ When I'd gotten to Artemis's room, I knocked and the door opened. She was in her silver pajamas, and she munched on popcorn in a tray on the table beside her. She settled her iPad in one hand, all her attention diverted to the movie she was watching.

“You guys will be fine. Just hang in there.” She increased the output. Artemis activated the mystic art. After all, she was Athena’s little sister, so she wasn’t weak by any standard. Even if she had been tricked and was trapped inside Rashomon, she still had her trump card. She spat out a beam of blue light from her mouth— a magical treasure. It instantly self-destructed, shaking the space and blowing up a spatial hole out of it. Pitch-black, nobody knew where it led to. The explosion even disabled the confinement spell on Alex and Donovan temporarily.

"Show me how we're taking care of our people until these storms pass." As he began to explain, with Oscar interjecting colorful commentary and Callum adding practical details, I felt Artemis settle contentedly in my mind. *See?* she murmured. *Not perfect, but good. We can wait for Hermes and Theo. We're strong enough for that.* She was right. We were strong enough. And in the meantime, there was chocolate, and family, and the promise of Christmas yet to come.

Narvi wanted to win, but he wouldn’t just take the win either. Artemis took a running start with the space Arche had given us, leaping over him and past Narvi as she bound into the forest, and all three boys were after us. She was amazing like this, acting solely on instincts as she weaved in and out of everything in our way, heading back to where we started that would serve as the official win. I could see where the treeline would break, feeling her extra surge in energy as it neared, but something hit us like a brick wall.

“Fuck all of them. Fuck those nasty backstabbers and the thieves of this world. Fuck them! I'm here to have a good time and forget those fucking assholes. Fuck them!” Artemis giggled and stared up at me with those molten pools of darkness that were her eyes. “You're so pretty,” I told her, unaware that my tongue was too loose. “It's just too bad you're a bitch.” Artemis did the unexpected and laughed. “Well,” she inched forward. “This bitch has a condo not far from here. If you're still interested in having a good time, we can do it there. In private,” she whispered the last two words into my ear and her hot breath made something in my pants stir.

My brother and I have a hunting accident. Artemis's curse strikes me.It incinerates my heart from the inside—I need an healing ritual. But my mother, the high priestess of Artemis's temple, summons every available healer… to my brother's chamber. He only has a few scratches, yet she orders a full ritual examination for him while I lie there hollow on the sacrificial stone. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop vying for my attention for once? Your brother almost damaged a sacred bone!" In the end, I die on the altar. But after the news of my death spreads, my mother, who has always despised me, completely loses her mind.

A place where life would be saved, where hope would be reborn, where my children’s names would live forever. As I stepped out of the building, the city air felt different, lighter somehow. My enemies were tearing themselves apart, and my dreams—no, my vengeance was unfolding piece by piece. Soon, everything they took from me would return, and when it did, the world would know the name Amara not as an investor, but as a storm they never saw coming.

“We have so little time! The ceremony is this afternoon! Hades was so considerate, he wants you to choose everything, Ma’am! The dress, the shoes, the decor...” Claudine stared, dumbfounded. Considerate? Hades? She was about to scream, to rip someone’s throat out, when Artemis barged into the suite. Artemis, a tall, lean woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense posture that spoke of years in Hades’s service, walked up to her. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, and her muscular build was evident even beneath her tailored suit. “I find it truly amazing,” Artemis began, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “how you managed to pull off that pregnancy miscarriage stunt. Boss was... i