Huntress Artemis Novels & Stories

Artemis growled in a low tone. “Let me see it.” He mumbled, snatching the sheet, and watched his treasure. Caroline tried to hide it with her hand, but that damn to her small hand and big breast, she couldn’t even hide it with her hand. Grabbing both her hands, Artemis pushed him away and looked at his treasure. Her mountains were begging his attention, and he wanted to get sucked. “Artemis!!” She moaned when he captured her nipple in his mouth. *

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

The entire room was buzzing, healers and pack members rushing from one injured body to the next. Two people hurried toward us. “What happened to them?” a woman asked, her sharp gaze scanning their injuries. Before I could open my mouth, Marcus spoke. “He got shot three times,” he said quickly, his voice coming out breathy. “There’s one close to his heart, but I can still hear his pulse.” Then he turned to Riley, his fingers wrapping around his limp hand. “He was injected with silver. Please—save my mate.” I swallowed against the tight, gut-wrenching feeling coiling in my chest. It was sharp, suffocating, but I couldn’t let it settle. Not now. Not when they needed help.

I speculate, trying to piece it together. As Artemis skims through more pages, refreshing his memory on details he might have forgotten over the years, he reveals more. "It states here that he conquered an Astrian woman, their leader. He referred to her as Grendaline as well." ‘Traitors. All of them were traitors!’ Her voice echoes in my head, struggling to connect with me, even in Artemis' presence. I bite my lower lip, trying to mask the sudden pain shooting through my head, while Artemis continues reading.

he murmured, transfixed by her eyes. The girl turned to look at Samantha, still kneeling, clutching her chest. “I will remember you, Mama. You, Daddy, and Elias,” she said, touching the pendant at her neck. As the moonlight touched it, the image of Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, shimmered to life. “How appropriate,” the old man whispered, touching the charm. “It’s time. We’re already late.” The group of thirteen disappeared into the forest’s shadows. Samantha’s anguished howl filled the night.

Hawk asks. As if answering Hawk's question, our phones ping once more. This time with another image. My eyes widen when I see one of the sexiest women I have ever seen, clad in nothing but black lace undergarments staring seductively into the camera. "Not gonna lie. I would follow her wherever she wanted me to go." Kieran remarks, making me laugh. "But there's no way this is the Huntress. Why would she show us her face after asking for animosity?" Hawk asks.

Chris ignored the indignant Xandra and directed the question to Roman. "Today she had a call from a secret admirer!" He replied and let his eyebrows bounce up and down meaningfully. As the only woman among the hunters at her base, it was not easy for her to be shot at. But Xandra mostly knew what to do. She was good at handing out, so she had to be tough too.

At one table, Nick saw a huge woman sitting alone and texting on her phone. He sat down next to her, “Hey. Are you the huntress?” Nick asked with the tone he used when interrogating criminals. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” The woman asked. “You're the one who has been doing the lycanthropes in, aren't you?” Nick asked, undettered. “Is this a pick-up line? Because if it is, you need practice.” The woman said and walked away, but not before calling Nick a weirdo.

"I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things." "Show off." Yet another voice joins the conversation, and I turn to see a girl standing with her arms crossed, an halfway amused smirk on her face. Her hair is dark, skillfully pulled into two tight French braids, and her eyes are a silvery-green color I've never seen before, hauntingly beautiful. Her skin is deeply tanned, like she spends a good amount of time in the sun, and she's short, only about 4'11, although she still looks like a fierce warrior. I can tell she has seen horrific things from the hardness in her expression, even when she doesn't look angry. "I am Artemis." She adds after a moment of silent observing. "Godd

He concludes. “Say something I don’t know.” “If you can’t catch it, you can borrow it from its owner.” He suggests and suddenly my insides light up with hope. A smile finds its way to his lips when he sees the wheels turn in my head. “It belongs to Artemis!” I spring up from my bed in excitement. I can almost see myself walking to Arles’ palace with the Golden Hind. “But how am I going to call Artemis? And why would she lend me her sacred Hind?” I ask. Artemis is the goddess of hunting and wilderness and on what grounds would she lend her Hind to a mortal like me?