Myths Artemis Novels & Stories

The Queen of Magic had seven girls who served her, and raised her strength in battles, but those close to her were Martha and Artemis Under the moonlight, the six girls gathered, and we started talking before a girl among them said “The weather is beautiful tonight.” Artemis laughed comfortably, and looked up at the starry sky “Yes, the night is beautiful, and the most beautiful thing about the night is its middl of the night, and the most beautiful thing about the day is its sunrise.” she said, closing her eyes ecstatically, as if she was at the height of her happiness The girls fell silent for a while, before one of them said to the other

“She’s awake, and has blessed Celine. She said that when we’re ready for her to be pregnant again, all we need to do is pray.” He looks at her then sighs and looks at his hands, “Then she’ll conceive again.” His mother narrows her eyes, “It was Artemis, the sleeping God. Goddess of the hunt, the half-moon and fertility.” She nods, “So, she was grateful to be woken then?” He tilts his head,

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.

To the Romans, he was recognized as Neptunus or Neptune. Ares was the Greek god of war and possibly the most unpopular of all the Olympian gods due to the fact of his speedy temper, aggressiveness, and unquenchable thirst for conflict. Artemis was the Greek goddess of hunting, wild nature, and chastity. The daughter of Zeus and sister of Apollo, Artemis used to be considered as a customer of female and young women and a protectress for the duration of childbirth.

Hera said softly, her voice almost lost in the music. "Not just power and glory, but connection and care, work and wonder, love shared freely between all beings, great and small." Artemis rode ahead, her deer moving with effortless grace as she scanned the road ahead – not for danger, but for the beauty that lay hidden in every shadow and sunlit clearing. Hermes skipped alongside them, occasionally darting ahead to explore a bend in the road or investigate an interesting-looking tree, always returning with stories to share and treasures to show.

“Because Artemis blessed our match. Every werewolf gets one mate—you’re mine and I’m yours. She’s our goddess and all knowing. If she believes in us, then we should believe in us too.” “But to me, that just sounds crazy.” I bit my lip. “I never even heard about a goddess called Artemis before, besides in Greek mythology. I definitely never heard of werewolves having a Moon Goddess. How can you be so sure that she even exists? How can you believe that any higher power exists?”

As though my pain was just a lesson for the pack to learn. "If the Moon Goddess made a mistake," a voice called out, "then maybe the mistake isn't the bond." The hall went quiet. I looked toward the voice. It was an older wolf, one of the pack elders. His name was Marcus too, I remembered. The irony wasn't lost on me. "What do you mean?" the Alpha asked. The elder turned and looked directly at me. "Maybe the mistake was choosing the wrong mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess intended for someone else to be Alpha Ryker's Luna."

Lena hesitated and then took a small sip. The warmth spread through her softening the rigor of her nerves in her chest. She set the mug down and looked at Luna Celeste "You said I have power, what do you mean?" Luna Celeste sat down in the chair across from her, and her face turned solemn. "The gifts of the Moon Goddess are rare, but she never bestows them, much like her gifts, for no reason. You were born during a blood moon, was it not?"

“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.

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.