Artemis With A Bow And Arrow Novels & Stories

(My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below.

They were ugly and looked ready for war as they bared their teeth in warning. In their tiny hands held a bow and arrow with tiny needle-like sticks inside a small quiver. Now I know why we had failed to see them before, they blended in with the green leaves. One with eyes of anger, looking to be male, takes the needle-like stick from the quiver and draws it to the bow. He sets it up ready for attack. The others followed suit, baring their teeth. Snapping my head forward I gripped onto Ares more firmly. "Ares?" I called out through the mind link.

His body pressed against her back and he felt her body jump at the contact. “Relax,” he murmured in her ear. She bit her lip. “Little warrior, trust me.” With that, her muscles relaxed. He felt the tension give way finally and he helped prepare the arrow correctly. He positioned her correctly, drawing the arrow back against the string. “Steady.” He stepped away then, allowing her to understand the weight of it by own hands and how the bow was aligned by her own strength. “Let go.” The arrow once again zipped through the air but to its intended target. The impact against the wood of the tree caused a chunk of bark to fly off and Seraphina’s mouth dropped open in shock as she glanced over at h

Arthene coughed, muttering, "Let go… At the very least… I really did take two blows for you and Estella…" "You took blows?" Ares laughed exasperatedly. "So, stealing credit, sowing discord, poisoning and killing the pups, and letting wolves in—is that your way of taking payment?" His nails dug deep into her neck, making black blood flow down. "I chose to cast my goddess into the mud and worshiped the venomous snake instead. "Arthene, you don't even deserve a quick death." Without any warning, Ares tore off one of Arthene's arms with his bare hands. Arthene's piercing screams tore through the night sky, deafeningly loud.

I slowly approached the glass cabinet as my eyes traced the outline of the equipment, and suddenly, my heart pounded—not in excitement, but in familiarity. “Holy shit. That’s Artemis’ bow! I did not expect that it would be located in the basement of the Evening Shadow!” Artemis’ bow? Artemis. . . is one of the triple goddesses. Is this the reason why looking at the bow feels familiar? It was as if it was calling me.