Callisto Artemis Novels & Stories

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

(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.

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

She nods, “Artemis. Shifter Goddess of the half-moon, hunters, and fertility, among other things, according to Luna.” They look stunned, and again mutter, this time for longer. They seemed to be unsure how to proceed. George looks at Celine, she nods, stands up and moves back to George and rests a hand on his shoulder. He feels her gifting him,

Hera said softly, her voice almost lost in the music. "Not just power and glory, but connection and care, work and wonder, love shared freely between all beings, great and small." Artemis rode ahead, her deer moving with effortless grace as she scanned the road ahead – not for danger, but for the beauty that lay hidden in every shadow and sunlit clearing. Hermes skipped alongside them, occasionally darting ahead to explore a bend in the road or investigate an interesting-looking tree, always returning with stories to share and treasures to show.

As she revealed more of her virtues, Alcides found himself entranced by her presence, different from any other woman he had encountered. Artemis spoke softly, "Octavia has shared stories of your strength and prowess, Alcides. Your reputation precedes you." Alcides, still recovering from the shock, hesitated but dared to challenge Artemis, "What brings you here? Why this clandestine meeting?" Artemis, with an enigmatic smile, whispered, "I am here because we share a secret, Alcides, a truth veiled in shadows. Your birthright, your lineage – these are not what you have been led to believe." Alcides' eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

I picked up the final sacrifice; a lamb bone wrapped in cedar bark and leaves and placed it inside the bowl of moon water at the centre of the Dias. “Great Goddess Artemis, the Goddess of the hunt and the moon, sister of the Sun God,” I called out to the Goddess. “Give us your strength, mighty Goddess. Your children need your blessing. Give us the strength to bring back peace to our land and defeat the intruders who kill without mercy. Hail Goddess Artemis.” “Hail Goddess Artemis.” The Maidens and I bowed low to the ground, to gather strength and honor the Goddess…and then we rose as one unit. Warriors of Artemis.

he murmured, transfixed by her eyes. The girl turned to look at Samantha, still kneeling, clutching her chest. “I will remember you, Mama. You, Daddy, and Elias,” she said, touching the pendant at her neck. As the moonlight touched it, the image of Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, shimmered to life. “How appropriate,” the old man whispered, touching the charm. “It’s time. We’re already late.” The group of thirteen disappeared into the forest’s shadows. Samantha’s anguished howl filled the night.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

She announces with such great authority laced into her voice, that no creature could dare disobey such a command. Usually the nurses would refuse, perhaps even laugh at the ridiculous suggestion, with the baby only being a minute old, but the mother is no normal being. She is Artemis, Goddess of the Moon. Manipulating a human's mind is as easy as slicing a sharp knife through hot butter for her. In moments, the nurses and the baby's father have vacated the room, allowing her to be at peace with the bundle of joy cocooned in her arms. With dread, Artemis tries not to ponder on the fact that she soon has to leave. Three years.