Blade Of Artemis God Of War Novels & Stories

I need to make them pay. "I cannot save all of you. Your brother apollo along with his soldiers will disappear after the disappearing of the crescent moon and they will be back on Olympus. They will live us gods again. Their title will be reinstated since this is their first offense to transform their selves into a human to save you, but you! You know what will happen to you after this, Artemis. You will disappear. Your son is dead. I cannot save him. He's half mortals. I turned around and looked at the oak tree.

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

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.

he threatened, his word's firm. I rolled my eyes at his statement and headed to the field. We were asked to pick a weapon and I took a spear, while he collected the sword that came in pairs. ROMAN POV. A spear, she had other items to pick and she chose a spear. I could see the disappointment in Bryce's face seeing her weapon and I felt the same way. But Dante, he felt different, he looked kin, his face didn't show disappointment. The match started with Kai rushing towards Sophia who basically dodge his attack.

His fingers wrap around mine, crushing them gently in a tight, possessive grip that leaves zero doubt as to where I stand. Artemisia stares at our joined hands, her face twisting into a mask of pure hatred. "Leonidas! She endangered your life! She doesn't belong in the Argyros Citadel!" Leonidas doesn't even look at her. He glances at Aspen Li, his voice razor-sharp. "Remove her from my sight." "Leonidas, no!" Artemisia screams as Aspen and Stelios step forward, grabbing her by the arms and dragging her toward the outer gates. "I am your true Luna! The Moon Goddess chose me!"

If you can't dodge, offer them something you can live without' Ayame's words rang in Arte's head as the woman lunged again, speed increasing drastically. Artemis knew she couldn't dodge; the blade was heading straight for her shoulder. If it connected, the mobility of her left arm would be reduced, if not completely halted. Instead, Arte lifted her arm, offering the blade her forearm. She hissed as the blade sliced it - digging in and then dragging down. Blood splattered onto the floor, and the smell immediately overwhelmed the whole manor - a manor filled with supernatural creatures that came running to witness the scene.

I reply snarkly. “I’d like to see you try hurt us she-wolf, you aren’t strong enough. Now shut up and let us have some fun.” He replies. With that, Artemis shifts and attacks the rogue, ripping his throat out before he can react. The other 5 rogues bare their teeth at me and start surrounding me. I let Artemis take full control as the first rogue attacks us. Artemis dodges out of the way just as the rogue claw swipes at her side.

he said softly. “But you won’t for long.” The air shifted. Subtle. But unmistakable. Arin felt it instantly. The same pressure from before. The same pull. Only stronger. Much stronger. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I’m not doing anything,” he replied calmly. “This is you.” The energy surged. Sudden. Violent. Arin staggered back, her blade slipping slightly in her grip. “No,” she whispered. “Not now—” The ground cracked beneath her again.

Steel clashed, arrows rained, and the ground was so saturated with blood that it gleamed under the pale moonlight. Bodies littered the earth, the stench of death rising like smoke. Broken banners of the fallen pack fluttered weakly in the cold wind. And there at the heart of the slaughter stood the Luna of the Blue Moon Pack. Her gown of war clung to her blood-streaked skin, her long hair matted, but her eyes blazed with blue fire. She wielded claws and fangs with unrelenting brutality, striking down all who dared come near her people. She was no longer just a Luna, she was a goddess of war, drenched in death, each kill carved with the fury of her vow to protect her pack.

I saw the Eclipse Pack. I felt the steady rhythm of the patrols, their vigilance a sharp, precise beat. I felt the quiet determination of the mothers, the steadfast resolve of the elders, the fierce loyalty of every warrior. I felt the unbreakable bonds connecting us all, a web of light and strength. I gathered this feeling, this immense, collective power. I focused it, not into a shield, but into a blade. A blade of pure, unified will. Then, I opened my eyes and pressed the crimson-scrawled parchment against the moonstone dagger.