Artemis Novel Novels & Stories

Jina raised her concern, "And here I assumed, the trauma might have gotten the better of you. With everything that happened to you and your party, we were worried that you might still be scared." "To be honest, that was quite a terrifying experience. I've never been that terrified in my life. All this seems too good to be true." Artemis' fate slowly lost its color as she recalled through her memories, "In fact, their faces and brutality are etched into my soul. After seeing their unquenchable lust and barbarity, it will be difficult for me to return to my previous lifestyle. Besides, A part of me still feels that this might just be my dream while I'm taking my final breath in that hellhole."

Artemis POV I woke up in a medieval period-like room. All of the furniture looks so expensive. I can't help but curse when I felt the pain all over my body. My hand is also tied. The tie was a bit stupid because I can quickly take it off. I was wearing a white dress while the wound on my body was clearly visible. I'm not sure if I'm still at the Palais because the design of this room seems different. I winced when I felt how much my arm hurt. I even cringed when I saw that there was a tracker on my foot. I just closed my eyes there. Now, I'm sure I'm still in Zelo's place.

Artemis tilts his head back, draining his cup, and then he places it down on the desk with a heavy sigh. “Now, onto more pressing matters. I need a fresh set of eyes and Milo needs rest.” Artemis waves me over to him and I wordlessly follow his order, crossing the room to his desk and looking down at what looks like a map. He points to a section talking about the dead zone, but I find myself unable to focus. The only thought on my mind is Tatum and her leaving. She must have told Artemis when she met with him this morning, but that would mean she intentionally avoided telling me. I wonder if that is why she couldn’t bring herself to look at me.

Amira started to address her. Artemis chuckled softly, "Do not fret over introductions right now. Artemis is just fine." The grassy field gradually gave way to a tree line of a dense forest where the sun's light shined in through gaps in the canopy. Amira felt a little more at ease being within the forest, perhaps it felt closer to being home. "Alright, Artemis..." Amira treaded carefully over the name still, "I opened the book in hopes to finding an answer to a problem I'm... Well, we are having in the mortal world."

Arthene was so terrified that she lost control of her bladder and collapsed to the ground. "Don't… Don't kill me…" I glanced at her with disdain. "Kill you? That would dirty my teeth." I opened my massive jaws and bit down on her femur in a clean, sharp snap. A loud crunch echoed, followed by Arthene's screams. I flung her to Ares' feet. Bone fragments pierced through her skin and flesh, causing a bloody mess. "Ares… Save me…" She reached out a bloody hand toward Ares' pant leg and attempted to put on an act.

Arthur immediately grabbed Nina's wrist and pulled her into a jog. *** The main mansion, which once served as a shrine, suddenly became an emergency clinic. Lying on a small bed, her face red and her breathing rapid, Nina swiftly rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, taking over the compress, the warm water, and the neat and swift instructions. In the corner, watching his baby, Arthur grimaced; occasionally wiping his scratched forehead, cracked lip, bruised shoulder, and gently trembling left hand. "I'm hurt too," he said flatly.

Her fingers gripped the door handle for a long moment before she turned it, heart thudded like a war drum in her chest. Then she slipped outside. The night was cold, her hands dug their way into her pockets for warmth. The walk was long, but her mind didn’t wander. It stayed fixed on the image of that painting. That feeling, that man, Ares. And for a moment she couldn’t help but wander, if Ares was Liam. His presence felt too familiar, too comfortable to just be a stranger. The street narrowed into a cobblestone alley lit only by a pale streetlamp and the warm flicker of a single light behind a door.

"Please, call me Hermes. And may I say, you are quite talented yourself. Your paintings have a unique perspective, and I find that quite refreshing." I felt my cheeks warm at his compliments. "Thank you, Hermes. I'm so glad you like my work." His smile broadened. "I'd love to discuss your work further if you're free for dinner sometime?" I felt my heart skip a beat. Hermes wanted to have dinner with me. I was going to have dinner with one of the most influential people in the art world. "Of course, that would be wonderful," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Hermes gave me a warm smile and walked away, leaving me to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a

Once the stark white light dimmed, Rhys lowered his arm from shielding his eyes and looked in the direction where it came from. There, walking across the lake, was a woman of starlight silver hair and eyes with pearlescent, shimmering skin, her attire of a long white robe. Rhys’ mouth dropped open as Amira tilted her head to the side and narrowed her gaze at the newcomer. This was a dream, so maybe he was going to have a threesome with- “I think it is about time I introduce myself and explain why you are here before Rhys gets any more ridiculous ideas…” At the mention of his name, Amira looked between him and the woman of starlight. “My name is Artemis.. You might be more used to my title-”

It was a tiny prick ar first, followed by warmth and then… Ecstasy. I swore my body had lifted to the heavens, meeting face to face with the moon goddess. My body shook, trembling from it all. The bite, the pleasure of him continuously moving inside me despite the tish I had already felt. If this was how I died, it was enough. “Asher." I screamed out, or believed I did. The amount of pleasure I felt was unbound and I couldn't think. But I had said it and knew the moment he replied in turn “Ariezel."