Huntress Artemis Novels & Stories

My brother and I have a hunting accident. Artemis's curse strikes me.It incinerates my heart from the inside—I need an healing ritual. But my mother, the high priestess of Artemis's temple, summons every available healer… to my brother's chamber. He only has a few scratches, yet she orders a full ritual examination for him while I lie there hollow on the sacrificial stone. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop vying for my attention for once? Your brother almost damaged a sacred bone!" In the end, I die on the altar. But after the news of my death spreads, my mother, who has always despised me, completely loses her mind.

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

Archer reckoned while sharpening the blade of his dagger. Vivienne paused for a minute, thinking about Archer's statement and the threat she might encounter. She hates to admit it but the huntsman has a point, roaming in the woods is dangerous. After giving a tap on Marcellus' back, Vivienne marched towards Archer with an upset face. She stood in front of him but Archer is way taller compared to her, she looks so small next to him. The bored huntsman showed no interest in entertaining the young princess so, he kept his eyes locked in his dagger.

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.

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