Novel & Cerita Myths Artemis

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.

Apollo blinked a few times before answering. “Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the moon… even childbirth and chastity.” “I knew it!” Summer cheered, grinning at Artemis. “I should call you a goddess! You’re so pretty, just like her!” “Does that mean you’ll call me Uncle God?” Apollo piped up. Summer wrinkled her nose. “But you’re not a god.” “Yeah, but Apollo is a god—and he’s handsome.” “But you’re not as cool as him.”

Even if I had to protect her from herself. But first I had to survive the lie sleeping just a few feet away from the woman the Moon Goddess had given me, who was now forced to destroy me from the inside.

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.”

"Leila, why don't you wait in the living room with Dominic? I have to talk to Artemis alone." Leila nodded in understanding and embraced me briefly, brushing her fingers over my face. "You are a good person, Artemis, and whether you are a wolf or human, you are still wonderful and nothing can ever take that away. Don't let anything anyone says get to you." I wanted to cry, and could only nod when she left. The Luna turned to me. "...Darling, we've all felt guilty about your mother's death. Please, you must know that although this isn't an excuse or justification for her death, they didn't mean to kill her.

Artemisia thought the same. She used to love sleeping and being out of reality for a while, but she had spent so many days in the back of her own mind that she couldn't even stand her thoughts anymore. She sat carefully, feeling as if each muscle was tearing at every move. She didn't have much time to regret having moved her body, even if almost minimally, as in seconds she was sitting and with her back resting on what was supposed to be a bedside. It was a effort, but it was worth it. Artemisia could see every beautiful detail of the room in which she was placed, there were roots and plants growing on the floor and walls, the window was as delicate as that of a dollhouse. There was a though