Myths Artemis Novels & Stories

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.

"It was a high shadow and when she looked at me...” Artemisia remembered throwing a light punch at her sister so she could keep talking. Since they were little, Artemisia had always been the only one of the three who was fascinated with everything that involved death and horror stories. Even though she was afraid, and the priestesses discovered that the blonde's excessive proximity was deadly, Myrtle was the only one who remained close to her as much as possible. "He had eyes so red they looked like Mom's rubies!” The older one completed while pulling Artemisia through the long sleeve of the dress.

She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon. Previous generations of humans understood that supernatural beings existed, and they made up their stories of gods and goddesses to explain them. The Greeks felt that the Ceryneian Hind was sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, it was really the elves that treated GoldMoon like she was sacred. She has lived with us for many generations.

Dove said calmly. “Artemis is being detained for his multiple personalities, we have been kept separate in body, spirit, and mind for the first time. It seems he is having his own psychotic break. We can’t allow him to run around with the combination of wolf spirits in him, he’s dangerous. No single wolf should have this much power. They don’t know how to control it, use it, or know what will happen to Artemis in the process of overriding Artie’s entire being.” Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much.