Artemis X Wally Novels & Stories

Creed landed a light chop at her head, he whispered with a broken voice, "I told you to not worry about me. Don't overburden yourselves with my problems. You've had enough trouble for one day already… Just focus on having fun." "..." He dragged her immediately away. Surprisingly, Artemis had nothing to say this time. She just stood there blankly, staring at his sweaty back. Soon, both of them just came back to the group without saying a single word to each other. The air and the atmosphere were still intense with competitiveness, but Creed couldn't care less about it. Dollar Twenty kept demonstrating several Soul Armas, one after the other. Each one filled with an unrestrained and deadly aur

After several hours of running, just before dawn, Saya collapses among some rocks near a mountainous area, creating an invisible protective bubble around her. Carrie, who had been wandering those parts searching for herbs, spots Saya just as she transforms back into Selene and falls unconscious a few meters away. She recognizes her Uriel’s granddaughter, her brother's kin, the Luna of the Redwood Wolves, the one Carla and Augusto want dead at all costs to prevent her from giving the alpha Connor an heir.

Anatashi instructed. "If you can't control being a complete wolf, don't do this. Rex found out that melding like that is euphoric, like lightning in his veins. Winter used to tell me that how he felt until he got used to it, then it was as easy. As easy as drawing breath." Anatashi rose from her seat, silently walking away. Moon saw the tiredness radiating from her and elbowed Kai, "Go help your mate. You can meet up with us later. You and she need each other right now. Go." Moon pushed him.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Artemis turned to the other male blood dripping from her powerful jaws as she snarled again her muscles tensing as she prepared to fight him, 'I will kill you bitch. He mind-linked her and then leapt forward Artemis dodged lithely to one side her smaller more supple body moving easily out of his reach, at the same time she turned her head and used her razor-sharp teeth to slash deeply into his flank. This seemed to galvanise Lucas's Guards who had mind-linked him the minute the other Alpha's had shown up. Now they surrounded the remaining Wolf growling and snarling allowing Artemis to step back while they finished him off, she did not wait to see his demise, seeing her chance to escape she t

Carter made a fist and breathed heavily. "That sounds like a back up plan for Alpha Nolan if he loses" Alpha Jones was intense. "I want to kill him with my hands" Carter retorted. "That's the only thing I want to do to him" he proclaimed. "How are you going to help us, you are too bloody to hold yourself" Alpha Ric pushed him probably to check his strength. He fell down weakly. "There is this wax that I rubbed on my body. That's why I didn't get eaten. I can give you this wax if you promise you will let me kill him with my hands" Carter explained.

Human and werewolf and never a moment's discord between them. Aluna and I are the elected leaders of the waterwolves, a model adopted by all of the packs. Aluna is temperate, caring, infinitely wise and loving. I ... well ... she will tell you I am proud and stubborn and impossible to do anything with except love. And then she will growl in my ear and nip at my neck until she too is impossible to do anything with except love.

Artemis explained. “Let’s go, I’m fading, soon to be dead weight.” Dove attempted a smile, but being carried in a wolf’s jaws was torture. If they grabbed you in the wrong spots, the likelihood of you using whatever they latch onto, there’s a 5o% 50% chance you will never use the limb again. In order to avoid that all together, Artemis made the decision to let Stryxx out for stability. He picked Dove up with one arm, tucking him under his arm like a bag.

“What!” "I understand you're livid, that your friend lies comatose and it's ripping you apart. But listen to me—going after a Gamma wolf who commands a deadly network of sick, sadistic maniacs? They wouldn't even bat an eye or flinch at the thought of ripping you to shreds. You'd be marching into a death trap," Artemis warns, his voice heavy with a blend of frustration and genuine concern. “Trust me, I pack more punches than you realize.”

Although I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, I extend my senses, listening carefully as they discuss the troubled past of someone named Artemis. ‘Artemis,’ Franz repeats, ‘wasn’t that Fallon’s wolf?’ ‘Wolf?’ "I had a wolf." Fallon’s voice whispers as she is unable to hide the hurt she is feeling. "I thought she was my wolf, but now I’m not so sure." "And what was that wolf’s name?" Donald asks gently. "Artemis." She responds, confirming the question that Franz had just asked me. "Her name was Artemis, the same as the moon goddess’ daughter."