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She gives me control and I shift and I hear Silas shift right after me. Silas The woman is another goddess, although I don’t know which one she is. She looks at Lux curiously and doesn’t seem to care about me. Suddenly, her eyes met mine and she smiled softly before saying, “I apologize for the hunt you two. I’m Artemis, the goddess of hunting, the wilderness, nature, chastity, and child birth. If I noticed your situation from the beginning then I never would’ve allowed anyone to hunt you.” My eyebrows furrow in confusion and Lux seems confused as well as she says, “I don’t know what you mean by ‘our situation’. But we appreciate you stopping the hunt.”

she spat and I furrowed my brow. "Bring my mate back or I'll gut you like I did your creepy brother," I growled threateningly and the woman huffed and shook her head no. I looked frantically at the moon Goddess and she raised her hand indicating for me to calm down. I pulled the covers up my nude body and Artemis frowned. She grabbed my arm with the brand on it and yanked me closer to see it.

She adds as she watches Theia. “I have been blessed by the Goddess with foresight. That is why my name was bestowed upon me.” Theia confesses. “Until our moon ceremony, I am uncertain of how the power will manifest.” “All the more reason to keep your name guarded.” The guardian muses. “You being touched by a goddess plus the signs of Artemis popping up, certainly make things interesting.” “What did showing me the signs of Artemis mean?” I ask. “It’s hard to say. I think the most likely is pointing to the importance of the next full moon. It is the hunter's moon and she is the Goddess of the Hunt.” The guardian says with a shrug.

(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.

Artemis sat on the bed and saw her mate. “Perfect then,” he said, standing on his feet. “Let’s go outside and get some fresh air with me in the woods because you just took my breath away.” “Godddd!! You’re your cheesy lines.” Caroline replied, shaking her head. She was wearing a long black, off-shoulder gown and had her Talismans on her neck as a pendant and a matching earning as her as Talismans; along with this, her long hair was tied in a messy bun, with a lot of strands of hair were left loose.

The sight of her, resplendent in her multicolored fur, with the unmistakable marking of a pizza slice tattoo etched upon her shoulder, down to her belly, stirred something within him. In that moment, he knew with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul—she was the one. The chosen vessel through which the goddess would deliver salvation to their land which was about to be polluted by corrupt power. With the crescent moon emblazoned upon her forehead, she stood as a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness, a symbol of the ancient power that coursed through her veins.

So, he decided to design one for her. He grabbed his apple pencil and began drawing what was in his mind. He wanted the colors of the ring to pay homage to her, like her name indicated, Athena, fierce and beautiful. He wanted the ring to have yellow, gold, and green details with light specks of black here and there. Gold for the representation of her, the sparkle of the sun, the light that she brought into his life, the star of his night. The richness of the ring should express a general divine gleaming brightness but also Athena's Charis, beauty, vitality, and sparkling attractiveness that she bestowed upon him.

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.

I agreed. Leto and Apollo led me to a dark room with a big fire in the middle. Artemis was standing by the fire waving her hands around. Walking up I notice she has something in her hands she was moulding. Once complete she hands it to Apollo. “Mariah, can you hold this for me please?” he asks, holding out a small crystal in the shape of a wolf.

Taking me by surprise, that her tattoo was freaking glowing in the dark It glowed just like the color of her hair, violet, like her name. It bathe her face with some ethereal glow. I was kinda mesmerized staring at it. She does look like a goddess. I didn’t realize that I have been staring on her face for a quite longer than I intended.