Artemis Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

She was ruling there with Anisha and very famous for her Sassy-ness. She was His. HADES's Sassy PERSEPHONE. He belonged to her, only her. Who could ruin the world only for her and now for their kids as well. Suddenly, their romantic eye contest was broken by the series of cries of the babies. Shyla covered her ears and tried to handle her brothers. Shiv carried Rishik and Adrija took Rishaan in her arms. Shyla sat in between them, made Shiv and Adrija feel completed. ... ...

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

(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.

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

“It’s nice to meet you Arya. I am Armand and my wolf is Tafari.” I said letting my joy seep into my voice. ~”Mate, Arya. My love. It’s a pleasure”~ Tafari said before letting out a happy yip. I heard a giggle come from Arya before she spoke again. ~”Tafari and Armand. I want to tell you who hurt Artemis. She has gone through so much. She is a beautiful human inside and out. I am only sorry I wasn’t there for her sooner. She has been tortured her whole life. There is only one year she can’t account for which is the very first year of her life. I think she was kidnapped when she was one years old. She is almost 17 now. I only came to her when she turned 12. That is when things began to get way

This island is still a small island, although it has been modified and enlarged. Leon stretched out his hand to take out the digital screen from his hand. He chose the character Perseus. Now, Leon is wearing black armor with a sword neatly tied to his waist. Claire could even see Leon's body glowing slightly golden, because Perseus had extraordinary strength. The power of the god Zeus. "You know? Athena and Perseus are actually siblings,” said Claire suddenly. "I forgot that detail," said Leon.

I assumed it was Daylen and opened the door. ‘Oh shit,’ I slammed the door, but Orion’s foot jammed my efforts. ‘How did you find me?’ I wined. ‘It wasn’t too difficult, we have to talk Artemis.’ ‘I don’t know if I can trust you.’ I said, battling to keep him out. ‘I’m an Olympiad demi-god in Zeus' army.’ He said. ‘Oh that’s very original.’ He stopped before thrusting the door in. I stumbled and frowned. The demi-god part was probably true. He wore a large blue jacket that fit his muscles perfectly from the battle with Marcus I knew he had incredible strength.

He swallowed thickly, so loudly that I could hear his throat working even with my damaged hearing. “We need this truce,” repeated Dad, “but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to move against you.” My heart stilled. My breath froze in my lungs. That was as good as declaring war. “I won’t hurt her,” Ares breathed. “I have made mistakes in the past, but… Haile is everything I have ever dreamed of. At first, I questioned why the Moon Goddess had chosen us for one another. But the more I know her, the more I understand. She is perfect for me.”

That evening Jessica found herself alone again. Standing in the gallery after closing. The familiar silence surrounding her. The paintings watching from the walls. Stories frozen in colour and canvas. For months she had been chasing one man. Now another stood waiting in the shadows. Victor Armand. The teacher. The mentor. The ghost. The man who might have started everything. Or at least taught others how to continue it. Jessica walked slowly through the exhibition rooms. Thinking. Always thinking. Then she stopped in front of the oak tree painting.

“I knew it! Let’s go back!” “Huh? Don’t! Azariah is already there!” Aliona said. “Ember, come on. We need to follow—” “Apollo, how old are you?” “27,” he answered. “What about Azariah?” “She’s 24,” Aliona answered. The impatience was on her face. “Apollo, come on.” “Wait!” I said. I faced Apollo. “You are older than Azariah, but why do you let her do something she was not allowed to do?”