Artemis Roman Name Novels & Stories

Her apparel even shone brighter than the first time I saw her, and I noticed a wild boar that I hadn't seen before next to her. “W-who are you?” The girl smiled, and I could have sworn I saw the moon when she did. Maybe, it was only my imagination because the sky was still moonless. “It's funny, you don't know me.” She said, her voice calm. “I don't know everyone that walks about in the forest,” I said with an eye roll. “You are right.” She beamed. “Anyway, I am Artemis.” “Goddess Artemis?” I asked and she nodded. “No way!”

“What happened?” “What was the name of the girl who looked like my best friend?” She asked to confirm whether she was on the right track or not. “Caro. But why are you asking that?” “Caro, AKA Caroline.” Sila connected the dot. Maybe she could be wrong, but at that moment, she was thinking about what fit right in her mind. “What do you mean? And who is this 'Caroline?'” “Caroline. Caroline is the name of Artemis’s mate.” Sila muttered and showed him her mobile. “See, she is the young Caroline; ignore her black hair and dark makeup.” She added. “And this is young Zoey.”

“Vanessa? Where have I heard that name before?” “She was my birth mum. I know she did some bad shit and pissed off a lot of people, but she was still my mum. Even if I didn’t get the chance to know her. I mean I know some don’t agree with me keeping her memory alive but she’s my daughter and it’s my choice. Well and Lewis I guess” it was then I remembered who Vanessa was. She was Athena’s sister. She slept with Athena’s mate Axel after having his wolf placed under a spell. A spell that had been cast by none other than his own mother. Roman had told me the story shortly after I arrived. He said his aunt was batshit crazy until the day Athena took her life. Upon hearing the story and what Layl

The following day, Caroline opened her eyes to a continuous knock on her room’s door. She checked the time and saw it was just six in the morning. ‘Who has a death wish?’ She muttered in a sleepy tone and left the bed to open the door and was really not surprised to see Artemis standing in front of her in a fresh sky blue casual shirt and black jeans. His grey eyes were hidden because of his goggles. “Good Morning, Regina.” He greeted her with a big smile on his lips. [Regina means Queen in Italian.]

My life was his to command and my body, his to mark. I swallowed and clenched my hands into tight balls. Would there be no end to my father's selfishness? All he had done since mother's death was ruin my life. "Just give me more time, sir..." I had obviously forgotten his name. The shock of today was enough to make me even forget a lot. "Artemis is the name, Bella and it would help if you store it here because you will be using it more frequently." He tapped the left side of the brain.

The man seems to not notice her yet, and Artemis storms over to her a few feet away from the bench she had been sitting at, Celine holds up her hands, “My name is Celine, Queen Luna of the Wolves of France Celine de Laurant.” Artemis narrows her eyes, “I was asked to come here by Luna, Hecate and Sol.” She sighs, “Fuck them. I don’t care about them and their wishes. I love him, and I will not give him up for them. Never.” Celine inclines her head, then thinks about the best way to deal with this,

“I’m perfect.” Artemis bent down slightly to whisper, “Did you feel that? The baby kicked. They already know this is a celebration.” “They’re just excited about all the cake,” she murmured back. Artemis turned to Alexander and Klarisse. “We’ve been making a list of names. Want to help me veto anything crazy?” “I already told him he’s not naming our child after a Roman general,” Allie added quickly. Alexander grinned. “What, no baby ‘Julius’?”

I stated and as she finally raised her face, I gave her a proper look. She didn't look like one who works or lives here in the mansion, my brows creased in suspicion. "I haven't seen you around, Who are you?" I asked with raised brows. "My name is Artemis, assistant to the High Priestess, Your Highness" A frown etched on my features at the mention of the High Priestess, as much as she is a vital entity in the Empire, I still do not find her trustworthy. "What do you seek?" My voice was cold.

ARTEMY Gazing at her, a mixture of awe and affection enveloped me. She was a woman in pain, yet her heart extended towards my well-being. "Artemy," she uttered softly, her voice like a gentle caress against my senses. My name on her lips was a symphony, echoing with a sweetness I could never tire of. "Do you know how much I love hearing my name from your lips?" I confessed, a smile tugging at my mouth. The resonance of her saying my name was an unceasing joy.

Maximus felt he’d have to work at this very slowly and hope he wasn’t wasting his time. “You can call me Lioness. I dislike how everyone calls me lioness.” Maximus insisted on saying his surname as lee-on-ess, but most pronounced it and teased him about being called lye-on-ess. As in a female lion, he despised it. His name was an original Roman name. Brought to the British Isles by a Roman soldier when they occupied those lands. He was very proud to have been named after him.