Novel & Cerita Artemis Stories

Amaris Maxon stays quiet as I relay my story, his face remaining expressionless, which is as irritating as all heck, because I can’t even begin to tell what he’s thinking—for all I know, he thinks I belong in a looney bin—and with how I grew up, maybe I do—but that’s not the point at the moment. The point is that I’m pouring my heart out to this relative stranger and I’m getting absolutely nothing in return. “So, after opening a gorge in the earth and then finding myself surrounded by a pack of wolves, I took off. It was all too much.”

There is potential for a Clem and Kit story, a shorter one but that won't happen until I get the second book in the Rebel Rising series up and completed. Clem and Kit's story would pick up from the moment she is traded to him for Tatum so we would also get alot of Mav and Tatum in their story as they are important characters in their lives. As always, THANK YOU, for hanging in there with me. This was a fun one to write. I will be doing some editing and such and may add more to give us more details about River and Artemis but they also may have a small novella coming if I feel like their story needs to be told from their POV.

" Amid our conversation, Artemis cut me off. As of now, I am convinced that the genuine Artemis is the one whom I have encountered, and the individual who granted me forgiveness is none other than Hermione. I vividly recall when she mercilessly took away my parents' lives. My body feels like it has been drained of all its strength and energy, leaving me feeling weak and vulnerable. "Hermione, what actions did you undertake, and what motivated you to do so?" As soon as I posed the question, tears cascaded down her cheeks. "Artemis, I can't believe my eyes! You're alive?!" Hermione's voice echoed through the room as she let out a piercing yell. It was she who made a genuine attempt to end Arte

“At least I don't have to worry about how you are doing.” Artemisia nodded and looked into my eyes. “We can talk about this later. Now, we need to take out these people and take back the moon.” “That's right.” I smiled. “And please, be careful!” I hollered as she darted towards the girl. Artemisia gave me a thumbs up, and I heaved a sigh before gazing back at the man in front of me. “Now, where were we?” He asked with a tilt of his brows.

"Argh...here comes the goofy—oh my god!" "Holy hell! Is that really Art?" "Really? What happened to her… was she really this gorgeous? Are you sure that's Artemis? " "You think I would forget that face of Howard Adler's only daughter. I'm damn sure. But wait! Wasn't she just rescued from the horde a few days ago?" "Rescue? Horde? What are you talking about?" "Seriously! Do you live in a cave or what? Didn't you hear Green boards published A rank mission related to beast sightings in the outer core? The client also changed the conditions after the mission was complete. Ring any bells?"

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.

Artemis sighed and hugged Fallon "He is cruel, he's so cruel. I wish I didn't fall in love with him. It hurts so much, Artemis" Fallon said, crying in Artemis's arms.

And when peace finally came, they realized they had forged something that did not know how to rest. He died on a battlefield no one remembered starting. I closed the ledger slowly. Madness. Loss. Weaponization. Every Moon Heir in recorded history had paid a price. Not one had lived quietly. Not one had grown old surrounded by uncomplicated love. Artemis was three. She still asked for stories before bed. She still curled her fingers into Lucian’s sleeve when she was unsure. And the old records were already whispering what she might become. Footsteps echoed behind me.

I thought after I expressed what I wanted from him, opening up about how I felt about him, he would have sat at my bedside until the wounds I bear on my skin healed. But he didn't and it makes my heart ache for something that I never had in the first place. I feel alone in a place that is always surrounded by men, Artemis's army of loyal soldiers. The walls are thin and if I listen carefully, sometimes I can make out what they are whispering. ...Artemis has lost his mind... ...He has become bloodthirsty, wiping out the Italian bloodline from the elite families, and he is keeping their pinky mob rings as souvenirs...

She announces with such great authority laced into her voice, that no creature could dare disobey such a command. Usually the nurses would refuse, perhaps even laugh at the ridiculous suggestion, with the baby only being a minute old, but the mother is no normal being. She is Artemis, Goddess of the Moon. Manipulating a human's mind is as easy as slicing a sharp knife through hot butter for her. In moments, the nurses and the baby's father have vacated the room, allowing her to be at peace with the bundle of joy cocooned in her arms. With dread, Artemis tries not to ponder on the fact that she soon has to leave. Three years.