Huntress Artemis Novels & Stories

“What the-“ “Do not finish that sentence young man. I must say, you’ve developed quite a foul tongue recently.” I look at her and realize she didn’t tell me where Raven is. “Where is-“ “Raven is still next to you, sound asleep. You’re not really here, merely your consciousness.” ‘Please heavenly mother, forgive my human. He still young and does not yet know of such possibilities.’ Heavenly mother? Wait a minute, “Oh shit. You’re the moon goddess?” “Language, Jackson. And yes, I am the moon goddess. But you may call me Selene.”

Before Cassius had even had the chance to answer something caught her eye. Something very familiar to her. A crest was sewn onto the arm of one of the vamp's opponents. At the heart of it sat a large silver E that seemed to glimmer at her tauntingly. As soon as she was aware of it, she started seeing them everywhere. Her heart seemed to skip a beat for everyone that she saw. "Cassius, we need to go," she breathed, "Now!" "I know," he replied, sounding breathless himself as his eyes darted around in a panic, "But they have all the exits blocked off - I - I don't know what to do..."

“Alpha, Valerian would like to come and check up on Luna. Is that alright with you?” Jax asked with a hopeful look on his face. I smiled and nodded before turning my attention back on Artemis’s sleeping face. She reminded me of those angels in the paintings I have seen many times. So beautiful and perfect. Moon Goddess, you really blessed me with someone so perfect. I thought to myself. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Jax stood up and opened the door then moved away wearing a huge smile. Valerian walked in and looked over at Artemis.

Artemis POV I woke up in a medieval period-like room. All of the furniture looks so expensive. I can't help but curse when I felt the pain all over my body. My hand is also tied. The tie was a bit stupid because I can quickly take it off. I was wearing a white dress while the wound on my body was clearly visible. I'm not sure if I'm still at the Palais because the design of this room seems different. I winced when I felt how much my arm hurt. I even cringed when I saw that there was a tracker on my foot. I just closed my eyes there. Now, I'm sure I'm still in Zelo's place.

Might as well add that she was hunter royalty after her name. “Boss?” Ella Tristan, one of his mavericks, stood by his cubicle. “Is this a good time?” Swiveling his chair to face her, eager for an escape, he said, “There has never been a better time, Tristan. Show me.” Ella handed him the blueprints and sketches, explaining, “Amara - the huntress I’ve been working with - said these were retrieved from Delilah’s and Larson’s private abode. We don’t have a copy. Should I ask to borrow the originals or would scanning them do?”

Her fragmented memory became sharper as she spoke, and soon an artist was sketching the face of the woman who had haunted her silence for twenty-six years. The plan was simple in design, impossible in weight. If tracking this nurse failed, if Dubai yielded no answers, we would make the search public. Announce the Harrison Heiress. Offer a prize for information. We would drag the shadows into the light if we had to. But I remained behind. Rowan had left me a task—meeting with Malum Sutton, whose proposals to merge with the Harrisons had been constant and insistent. Letters we ignored. Invitations we declined. Yet the Suttons persisted.

he said, his voice cold, "you are hereby no longer considered as a member of the Silverfox pack. All ties are severed. You are now a fugitive, an outcast." The pack erupted in a frenzy of condemnation. "Silence!" Serbian's voice cracked like thunder. A hush fell over the crowd. "On the rules guiding this pack, which include having an external affair with the Ironhearts, our sworn enemies. Caroline Moonbolt will face banishment. You have three minutes," he continued, a cruel grin spreading across his face, "to run. Run for your life, before the moon is fully upon us." I scrambled to my father's side. He was bruised and weak, barely conscious.

He saw a twinge of disappointment cloud Izzy’s eyes before it was quickly replaced with excitement. "If we're caught," Kate corrected. While she secretly thought she wanted to be caught, the Hunt was as exciting to her as it was to the hunters coming after them. She had dreams of evading even the most skilled hunter. She would come out of the forest at the end of the 120 hours with no mate, victorious like very few omegas had been before her. Then, of course, she wouldn't be able to enjoy those mating hormones that she had clued into within the last few days, and she wouldn't be able to join a new tribe, but the thrill of the win might be enough to cancel the disappointment of going home aft

Gripping the weapon's handle, he launched it straight at the shield as Luna watched with horror as her protection shield showed a pattern of cracks from the impact. "There's no way she is going to win. Setting aside his status as the son of a duke and a citizen of Rigel, the largest and highest influential realm in the Starry Galaxy, he's a Mystical Bearer," said the bragging voice of a girl; cherry pink lips curled into a confident smile. The stylish dress she wore was the latest of fashion trends; a long pink manicured nail twirled a piece of her magenta hair.

It was a fucking rogue. The woman lifted her hand slowly and her breathing stayed controlled even with my blade at her throat. “Easy. If I wanted you dead I wouldn’t be standing here.” She said. “Wrong answer. You wouldn’t be standing at all.” I said pressing the blade slightly tighter to her throat. Her mouth twitches like she was trying to smile but she tilted her head to look me in the eye. “Mara Quinn. And I’m not your enemy.” She said. But that wasn’t enough for me to loosen my grip.