Dewi Artemis Novels & Stories

(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.

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?”

The shrine attendants flanked Raine, handing her the ceremonial knife and the bloody heart of a deer that was freshly killed. As the moon goddess, they expected her to stab the heart and offer it up to the heavens. The sight of the blood made her queasy, and she swallowed her nausea. "Don't do anything stupid," Tiki growled in a low voice next to her. She could feel Nikolai's hand on my shoulder lending her strength and filling her with warmth. She drew in another breath shakily and knelt before the Luna, ready to offer the sacrifice. “Oh, mighty Luna!” she cried, spreading out her hands and opening her heart.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

Luna Rhea screams at me. I'm about to answer when someone else speaks first. "Serenity can't give his wolf back or convince her wolf to. Once a wolf's spirit returns to the realm of the moon goddess they can only return once a pup is born. Once we lose our wolf they are gone forever. Also this was able to be done due to fact that Artemis is the daughter of Athena who happens to be Selene's wolf. That makes Serenity's wolf daughter to the moon goddess. If any of you paid attention in school history classes you would know this.

Alright, come on man snap out of it. “Luna,” I reply bowing in show of respect. “P-please call me Artemis or Art,” she stutters. I guess I’m not the only one affected. Does she too feel the attraction? We all go to sit down when Logan asks her to cover up, and holy shit she has the most perfectly rounded butt. Goddess Selene forgives me, but you put everything you had into creating your daughter. FUCKKK! Then I noticed these two assholes gawking at her, that soured my mood quick. They both noticed and raised their hands up in surrender.

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.

Dove said calmly. “Artemis is being detained for his multiple personalities, we have been kept separate in body, spirit, and mind for the first time. It seems he is having his own psychotic break. We can’t allow him to run around with the combination of wolf spirits in him, he’s dangerous. No single wolf should have this much power. They don’t know how to control it, use it, or know what will happen to Artemis in the process of overriding Artie’s entire being.” Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much.

She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon. Previous generations of humans understood that supernatural beings existed, and they made up their stories of gods and goddesses to explain them. The Greeks felt that the Ceryneian Hind was sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, it was really the elves that treated GoldMoon like she was sacred. She has lived with us for many generations.

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.