Artemis Stories Novels & Stories

Artemis shot a bright smile, "Anyway, I have something else that I want to ask you!" "Sure, go ahead!" He replied, Artemis took a brief pause this time. Her eyes shook in her sockets and her throat dried up. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth before opening her mouth again. "Creed Gryffon, I think I have fallen for you. Would you please go out with me?" "Eh!!!"

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.

Vito said. Artemis looked at Fallon, her face was all covered in blood, so she couldn't see her face at first. She sighs, packing her long hair into a ponytail. "You all should leave, I will take care of her," She said. "And since when did you become a doctor? She is not some kind of computer that you can hack" Braxton said. Artemis glared at her. "I know the difference between a human and a computer Braxton, I am going to take care of her, so you all should please leave" Artemis said to them

"What is the purpose of all of this?" "To rebuild the nation under mine and my brother’s rule," she shrugs as if it is the most reasonable thing. "We would have already achieved it if it weren’t for the damned daughter of the moon goddess stepping in." "Artemis?" Things were getting even more confusing. What did Artemis do? "She won’t interfere this time," Armia says, her smile growing more and more. "My brother has already made sure to trap that bitch, but I wasn’t expecting that my brother’s lover would still be around."

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.