Novel & Cerita Greek Myths Artemis

I opened my muzzle savoring the blood in my mouth and my form started to glow. "You're a descendant of Enyo and Helios…how can that be!" Artemis shrieked and scrambled back from both the moon Goddess and me. I just looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she was talking about. "Her children will be…" Artemis started and the moon Goddess interrupted her as she said, "I know, that is why she is on my moon council with the vampires and the reason I believe your brother killed her son along with the female that carried his pup." I grabbed a robe on the bedpost and wrapped it around myself.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. "Miss Snyder's pack is the RedHunter, who in addition to serving Selene, also has as her protector Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon. This gives them great power with the others, because their blood has dual royalty, even if they are not Lycans, their warriors can fight like Lycans, even without being trained. With Artemis' blessing, she asks her sons and daughters to be faithful and remain virgins until the day they meet their chosen or destined."

She gently runs her fingers over Gillian’s fur and Aisling surprises me by lifting her neck in submission. ‘Mother.’ ‘You’re the Moon Goddess?” I ask. “Yes. I am Selene.” “Am I dead?” “No, but I might have terrified your mate a bit by bringing you here when I did. I apologize for interrupting your marking, but I made a deal with your mother. And unfortunately, the only way to bring you here and not cause pain to your mates was to disconnect your mate bond completely. But I promise, when you return, it will be fully functional again.”

(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.

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 slowly approached the glass cabinet as my eyes traced the outline of the equipment, and suddenly, my heart pounded—not in excitement, but in familiarity. “Holy shit. That’s Artemis’ bow! I did not expect that it would be located in the basement of the Evening Shadow!” Artemis’ bow? Artemis. . . is one of the triple goddesses. Is this the reason why looking at the bow feels familiar? It was as if it was calling me.

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

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.

“But you won’t.” His hand moved behind his waistband, and for a terrifying moment, I thought he was reaching for a gun. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, a slow smile spreading across his face that sent chills down my spine. “Impressive. You’re not scared. You’d make a good wife, Artemis, goddess of the moon.” The name hit me hard. Only my mother called me that. Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked furiously to hold them back, but it was too late. The grief I had buried deep inside me surged to the surface.

“You are right, Clara! The constellation Orion was inspired from Orion, a hunter in Greek mythology. They say Orion was the only lover of Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt. Artemis had a distaste for men, except Orion. Only Orion was accidentally killed by her.” “What? That sounds quite tragic,” I told him. I might not be a fan of mythology gods, mostly because I do not believe it is true but it sounds to me that Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the hunt has quite a sad story. “Yes. I can not imagine being able to love someone then accidentally doing something bad to them,” Gavin said as he looked at me.