Romans & histoires Daughter Of Artemis Fanfiction

Ceres (whispering): “You’re… You’re him. You’re Cairos.” Cairos (voice echoing): “Daughter of the broken line. Flame-touched. Did they send you to kill me… or crown me?” Ceres (confused, trembling): “No one sent me. I didn’t even know you existed.” Cairos (smiling faintly): “Oh, but you did. In your dreams. In your rages. You feel the burn, don’t you? That isn’t Auren’s fire. It’s mine.” Ceres (stepping back):

Elias’s eyes, serious and steady, locked onto mine. “Be careful, Aria. The Alpha expects you to return with answers.” The Alpha expects you to return at all was the fear he didn’t voice. I stepped out. The moment my boots hit the forest floor, everything felt sharper: the wind, the dark, the thin crunch of frost underfoot. I walked fast down the path, driven by more than fear—driven by the image of my daughter’s eyes losing their shine. Ten minutes passed like a held breath. Then—

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

She continues applying her make up. "What your Father wants is what will happen," She dabs some eyeshadow onto her lids, "Besides, I truly believe a male should be the Alpha." My jaw almost hits the floor. I had no idea she agreed with my Father. Even if she knew what Artemis is capable of, I'm sure she wouldn't change her mind about this. I scoff, "I can't believe this. Out of everyone I thought you would have your daughter's back, but I guess you're just as bad as the rest of the family."

Azrialla stopped fleeing, watching as Artemis ran with their daughter, charged with the task of hiding her from the evil that stalked them. And she raised her arms to the skies, summoning the magic of the storms, unleashing her fury on their once family, and giving her lover the time he needed to slip into the darkness unseen, they both had roles to play this night, and Azrialla wouldn't go down without a fight.

he whisper-yells, his voice bursting with pride, careful not to disturb the fragile peace he’s just achieved. I give him a quiet, appreciative applaud, a slow, gentle clap of my hands. "You certainly did, baby," I tease, my smile widening. "Daddy duties suit you well." And they truly do. He was born to be a father, as much as he was born to be an Alpha. Our daughter's name is Artemis, a name that we both decided to give her when, three years ago, during my recovery, we had exploded the city of Rome.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

She nodded and spoke again. “Yes, I saw that, but you still love him, so why avoid him?” She asked curiously. Doc stared at her in silence and I could see that he didn’t really have an answer to her question. She stared at him before she turned her focus on to my father. I felt her tense before she leaned closer to my father. Her head tilted to the side as she continued to stare at him. I watched my father scoot back away from her slightly. Artemis climbed out of the bed and moved to stand before my father. His eyes widened as she bent forward putting her face right in front of his.

brown-hair backhanded her the moment her lips stopped moving, stars swimming behind Artemis' eyes. "You're already done, SWEETHEART," she whispered, using the earlier term of endearment that the bald man used. Brown-hair's knuckles were red, Baldy's knuckles were pure white. Arte's vision blurred at the edges. But inside? She was steel. Her mother's daughter. This was a big chunk of the reason Arte had been chosen for the position from a young age, skipping over Khione. Khione never had it in her. But Artemis? Those mismatched eyes were dangerous and cold from the moment they opened. She was, in every sense, her mother's daughter. The difference was, Diana learned. Arte's was natural.