Artemis With A Bow And Arrow

Before my crazy grandmother died, she gave me three walnuts. According to her last wish, I cracked open the first walnut on my twenty-fifth birthday. Inside the walnut was a slip of paper. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet' was the instruction written on it. When I looked at the note, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Still, I did as told. To my surprise, the beggar turned out to be an undercover cop. Only later did I learn that I had long been targeted by human traffickers, and the bow had saved my life. As for the second walnut, my grandmother told me to crack it open before I got married. When I put on my wedding dress, ready to marry the policeman who saved me, I happily opened it. This time, there was a crumpled old photograph inside. In the photo, my fiancé was smiling as he strangled another bride.

“You can reject me all you want, Destiny… but I will never let you go.” Those were the words that turned my rejection into a prison sentence. I gave my heart, my loyalty, and my life to Alpha Coren Silver. I stood by him through war, prayed for his return, and waited for the mate I loved to come home. But when he finally did, he came back with another woman on his arm… and his child in her womb. When I finally found the strength to reject him, he didn’t accept it. But Destiny, my name and my truth, does not bow easily. No matter what chains he places on me, I’ve promised myself one thing: I will reclaim my life… even if the Alpha who owns my heart and body won’t let me go until I remember exactly who I belong to.

Past thirty, my usually serious husband suddenly developed a fascination with pink. The dark-colored furniture that had stayed the same for ten years was replaced with pink; even the utensils he picked up casually were pink. I stared at the line of pink pajamas, pink bow ties, and pink underwear hanging out to dry on the balcony, feeling something was off. "I thought you said you hated pink—that it was a color only women liked?" He was unpacking a new pink bed set and didn't even look up. "Oh, Jack and I made a bet. If I can replace everything in the house with pink, he'll give me his seaside villa for free. Honestly, after looking at it for a while, pink isn't that bad, don't you think?" I neither agreed nor disagreed. Instead, I called Jack, who blurted out, "What seaside villa? I don't remember ever buying one!"

There prevailed to be six kingdoms consisting of humans, werewolves, vampires, fairies, elves, and dragon kingdoms. A hostile war transpired between the dragons and the werewolves. The very war destroyed a lot of lives and the dragons' kingdom. However, the werewolves were getting defeated and the human kingdom agreed on assisting their allies which were the werewolves. But then, amidst the battle, something significant happened. Alpha Jeffrey, the king of the werewolves was at the point of winning against the Almighty king of the dragons. He zipped the arrow at the dragon king. However, his strike jabbed right into the heart of King Dawson, the human king. Anguishly, this brought a great disputable conflict between the humans... A wave of venomous anger and pure hatred against the werewolves. When the war was won, the dragons vanished from the earth. Then, the battle between the humans and the werewolves arose. Queen Isle being the spouse of king Dawson, swore with her life to avenge her husband's death and make Alpha Jeffery... Her slave. ************************** Extracted from the story. ************************** "Strip!" the feminine cold voice, ordered. A thick groan, a scratchy voice responded to her utters. "And what if I don't, woman!" he growls outrageously yet, weakly. "Then, await to withstand the dance of the devils, Alpha!" she chuckled, evilly and viciously. And then, she walked out in her regal strides away from the room. She is the queen, the tyrant ruler of Denmark's kingdom. Her voice is authority, her voice is the law! No one dares to mess up with her, no one dares to weigh a war on her kingdom. She's like a fire, that not even the ocean can quench her whole. Even the moon is extremely envious of the voluminous beauty she carries. She's known as the tyrant Queen Isle.

The world was divided into the mortal realm and the divine realm. The Rain Clan belonged to the divine realm. They could hear the prayers from the mortal realm. The Rain Maidens would bring rainfall to the mortal realm through prayers. They could ascend to heavens through cultivation. In the Rain Clan, every rain maiden was born with a dragon who would ascend with her and become her mount. When my sister and I were born, we shared only one spirit beast—a white dragon. The white dragon was the lowest of all dragons, yet I ignored the clan’s objections and insisted on forming a bond with him so that we could ascend. However, on the day I succeeded in calling the rain and married him, he shot an arrow straight through me while I was pregnant and at my weakest from summoning rain. As I lay dying, I saw him rush toward my sister. “Leigh, now I can finally be with you forever.” Only then did I realize the white dragon had chosen me under pretenses to help Leigh ascend. When I opened my eyes again, he and I had both returned to the day of our bond. There, he learned that Leigh was the true heir to the Rain Goddess mantle. He dropped to his knees and loudly confessed that he had always loved Leigh, and that he wished only to be her mount. Everyone knew I had spent half my cultivation to save him when he first hatched. I smiled and pointed at a mottled green snake at the edge of the barrier. The white dragon thought that as long as he bonded with my sister, he would ascend. However, what he never knew was that without me, Leigh could never ascend.

Pinning me against the wall, he gripped my jaw and growled, “You are mine, Ember.” His hand closed around my throat tightly before he whispered venomously, “Mine to break. Mine to destroy. As long as you are here, you are at my mercy.” A devilish smirk touched his lips as he said playfully, “And I am NEVER letting you go, my mate.” ============== All her life, Ember has worked hard to be the next Queen of the South but her life turns upside down when she finds out that she is the mate of the ruthless Alpha of the North, the bloodthirsty enemy of the South. Angry at fate, Ember vows to fight this forbidden mate bond. Alpha Nicholus, on the other hand, is disgusted to find out that the daughter of his worst enemy is actually his fated mate. But in his quest to become the most powerful King, he decides to bow down to fate but when his rebellious mate disagrees, he doesn’t hesitate to unleash his ruthless demons to get what he wants.

I’m Aria, a rogue who hates Alphas more than anything. I’ve spent my whole life running from them, fighting them, refusing to bow to anyone. And now the Moon Goddess thinks I belong to the one Alpha I can’t stand? He needs me to survive. I want nothing to do with him but when danger forces us together, resisting him becomes harder than resisting the bond itself. He was born to rule. Cursed to fall. And only I can save him. Alpha Darius once ruled the strongest pack in the kingdom, until a witch’s curse stole his wolf. Now he’s a broken Alpha, unable to shift, his enemies circling like vultures. The only way to break the curse? Claim his fated mate. Too bad that’s me. He’s cursed. I’m stubborn. And the fate of us both may burn if I refuse to claim what’s mine.

Kill me if you want, but I shall never bow to a king who wears a crown studded with the jewel of every life he has ended," I said immediately after I rejected him as my mate. "How dare you reject the Lycan king of Ravenswood?" Grimgor muttered with so much anger and disgust. ** For ten years, the few remaining werewolves have lived in fear of the Lycans. They hide themselves underground or even in a cave, just not to be preyed on by the Lycans during the day and then by the Lycans and vampires at night.   Veronica is the sole survivor of her family's and her pack's massacre. After the brutal murder of Veronica's grandmother, she was taken hostage by the Lycan king. She still plans her revenge until she finds out that the new king is her mate, and she suddenly starts to develop something for him. On the other hand, King Grimgor, who hated the idea of marriage or even childbirth due to his childhood experience, finds himself in love with his father's sworn enemy, Veronica.      

Making a contract with the demon is an eternal agreement. Even when your body had broken and shattered, and you were lifeless, your soul would still be bound by the chains in the deepest of hell. *** Aghya’s revenge — Felenia’s mother caused her to bond with the cruelest demon, Lucifer — The Fallen Angel. She became his bride. Lucifer tortured her body many times until she was on the verge of death. However, Felenia always remains in the same condition as before. She should have hated Lucifer because, thanks to the demon, she needs to go through the most painful experience in her life, which was the loss of all her family members. However, another feeling developed in her heart, feelings of love that Felenia shouldn’t have. However, is it love? *** “That’s my way of showing love to you, my bride. After all, the demon does not bow to humans and other creatures, not even to God. So, I hope you understand that.” ~Leoniel~ The Great Demon Lucifer.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."