Blood Of Zeus Artemis Romane & Geschichten

Zerikyu took the rabbit carcass, tore it apart, and smeared his hands with the animal's blood. "If that's the price to bring her back to life, I'll pay." The ritual slowly rose in her hands. Arthemisya's aura reacted, and my grip on reality began to slip. It was between me, the one being deceived, and Arthemisya's soul, which wanted to return from the dead. The world collapsed into two colors as Zerikyu immersed us in its ritual. Black and white, a glimmer of light and emptiness, everything swirled like a whirlpool that wanted to swallow my consciousness. My body trembled uncontrollably.

Silver. White. Gold. Silver. The Goddess pushed the spear deeper. The creature hissed, voice fracturing. “She is MINE!” “She is MY DAUGHTER.” Silver power slammed into the possessing god’s chest— and for one glorious heartbeat— Aria’s voice broke free. “Mother,” she gasped. Her eyes turned fully silver. The creature screamed, shaken from within. The Goddess reached toward her, desperate. But the creature regained control and twisted Aria’s body away, wrenching the spear aside. The force ripped open the ground, splitting the ruins in two.

I read the lines once, then again, as if they might rearrange themselves into a different truth. Daughter— I have reached terms with the enemy. You will not believe the conditions, but I require your assent. By the time you read this, emissaries from Tharros will be riding for the Wound. Meet them at the Oathstones. Bring the wardens. Do not delay. The priests will protest. Ignore them. You will be my voice. You will carry the pact home. There must be no further war. A.

Artemis’s voice cracks as she rushes forward, only to be stopped by Helios’s firm hand on her arm. “Go inside, Artemis,” he says, his tone cold enough to freeze water. She steps back, tears streaming down her face, and I move to wrap her in my arms. “Zuri…” She clings to me, her sobs shaking her whole body. I rub slow circles on her back as she gasps, “Please—make them stop. They’ll kill him. They will kill Joshua.” Even now, the love in her voice is clear. “Please…” Joshua’s voice is thin with fear. “Just let me talk to her. None of it was true—I never—”

Draven gummed with anger as he strode towards Aphrodite. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" he screamed as Aphrodite rolled her eyes. "Ritual's not over yet." She muttered as she took the blade from Draven which he used to stab Artemis and plunged the blade into the ground. Artemis's body shook as she clawed her throat. Before I could say anything, Aphrodite mumbled something and wrapped the pendant around Artemis's neck. And that's when my eyes widened slowly and painfully, her body twisted as ear piercings screams left her throat. My breathing was abnormal and my heart was burning.

Zeus. Zeus is sitting here, watching as my most precious gift is being murdered by his son, laughing at it as if they were court jesters putting on a show. Anger wells up inside of me and I launch myself at the image of Zeus, seated there laughing as Levi takes his last breaths, his body going limp on the sharp edge of Ares’ spear. My body flies right through the image of Zeus, not disturbing him in the slightest as he continues to watch the light fade away from my lovers’ eyes. A groan of pain leaves me as I slam onto the hardened earth hard from the force of throwing myself against Zeus.

My brother and I have a hunting accident. Artemis's curse strikes me.It incinerates my heart from the inside—I need an healing ritual. But my mother, the high priestess of Artemis's temple, summons every available healer… to my brother's chamber. He only has a few scratches, yet she orders a full ritual examination for him while I lie there hollow on the sacrificial stone. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop vying for my attention for once? Your brother almost damaged a sacred bone!" In the end, I die on the altar. But after the news of my death spreads, my mother, who has always despised me, completely loses her mind.

Proserpina was immediately reminded that Artemis, like all the other Olympians, may not be used to being denied so blatantly, “As the goddess of wild things and protector of young women–” “With all due respect, I am a goddess as well,” Proserpina very nearly snapped, “I appreciate the concern… but just in case you have forgotten, I can handle one werewolf.” “Excuse me but handle–?” Artemis actually squeaked at the word, taking a shaky step back from her with wide, horrified eyes, looking like Proserpina just told her she secretly kicks puppies for fun, “You... c-cousin, you wouldn’t mean to… to kill him… right?”

"Zeze said, '' I don't know what you are talking about. ''Ezra said, ''Of course, you don't, "Zeze said, ''Artemis was the first dragon; he was a compelling one to everyone wanted his blood just for that fact he was hunted every day bye I heard he died many years ago. ''Ezra said, ''But only you would know that. ''Zeze said, ''Zeze, you're getting old and very suspicious of people; maybe you should retire. ''Ezra said, ''I will retire when the Holy ones tell me too. ''Zeze said.