Artemis Stories Novels & Stories

Artemis explained, beginning to shift from a wolf to an ethereal woman with long silver hair and porcelain skin. "I..." I stammered, still finding it difficult to believe what was happening. "But I almost helped her destroy the world." "What you almost did and didn’t do does not matter," Artemis explained, taking a step towards me. "What ultimately matters is your final choice. You’ve done well, my child, and to thank you for what you’ve done, I’d like to grant you any request." Any request… There was truly only one thing I wished for, and that was to be back in the future with Leah and Arabia, but I didn’t deserve that. Not after everything I had done.

I will make them pay in this life. And in the next life.. Close your eyes, Artemis. We will ascend in the moon in any minute. // // How was my grammar? How was the story? Thank you for reading but can you please leave a comment or suggestion. It will be highly appreciated. 💕

Shae cringed at having to say the words. Rei sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his brain hurt from the stress of it all. “Not intentionally. Artie is truly our father’s son. I am more like our mother. He follows blindly, while I question him constantly. He wouldn’t do something that would kill Kitsune or Briar.” “Our apologies for having to be so hard ass with you. Thank you for being honest.” Rico said. _--_--_ Artemis was reaching the end of his rope with the wild goose chase and pulled out his phone.

Alcides, grappling with conflicting emotions, questioned, "What truth are you speaking of? Why have I been kept in the dark?" Artemis leaned in, her breath warm against Alcides' ear, "Your destiny is intertwined with something greater, Alcides. There are forces at play beyond our understanding, and you are a key player in this cosmic game. The time has come for you to embrace your true self, to break free from the chains that bind you." As she spoke, Artemis pressed her lips to Alcides', a subtle but potent connection forming between them. Alcides felt a surge of energy, a revelation that hinted at the untold chapters of his life.

Artemis' POV "It's very hands-on," Ares said teasingly as he returned to the house. He is homeless so I let him stay here. "I didn't know that you really made a career out of being a lover, Artemis," he said. "Don't wait for me to kick you out of the house, Ares." He pouted before begging me to talk to his wife again. As if I could do something for them.

Caroline started feeling restless all of a sudden. She could sense that something wasn’t right. “Mamma!!” Artin’s words diverted her attention. “Stories, pleaseeeee.” “Then you will sleep, right?” “Yes,” Artin said, nodding his head. * ‘She is not my mate.’ Artemis kept telling his mind and stepping behind the fake Caroline. At the same time, she was walking toward him with a smirk on her face. Immediately he stumbled and fell on the couch.

Thousands of creatures lived in the mage dimension, others more populous than the next. Artemis could be a rare creature from the sea. I wanted her out of my head. Her hair stuck in my mind like her baked blueberry scent. Her hair had tiny loose curls, it was so dark it almost looked blue. She held power I couldn’t let Hera possess. I couldn’t allow myself to get sloppy and let her fall into my bed either. Things got messy when sex coupled with obligation.

"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.

Artemis stretched beneath my skin, reveling in the sensations of being clean, being safe, being alive. The past few days felt like a fever dream – the attack, the kidnapping, the searing pain as Benjamin tried to force his mark on me. And beneath it all, the startling revelation that had slipped from my lips in the moment of crisis: Artemis had chosen Theo.

Lunaya half asked half scoffed, her voice raising in volume. “Of course not!” Gunner growled back. Lunaya raised her hand and shook her head, stopping the argument in its tracks. “We’re getting off topic. Artemis is dead now, what he did doesn’t matter” she said calmly. “You were up to the part where the hunters had you surrounded” I reminded her. She nodded and continued her story.