Myths Artemis Novels & Stories

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

"What is the purpose of all of this?" "To rebuild the nation under mine and my brother’s rule," she shrugs as if it is the most reasonable thing. "We would have already achieved it if it weren’t for the damned daughter of the moon goddess stepping in." "Artemis?" Things were getting even more confusing. What did Artemis do? "She won’t interfere this time," Armia says, her smile growing more and more. "My brother has already made sure to trap that bitch, but I wasn’t expecting that my brother’s lover would still be around."

"We will fight to the death to keep it, I won't let him take us again." "you are sure we can do this?" I ask. "of course I am." she responds with a slight laugh. "I have faith in us, and in the moon goddess. We are the Red wolf. The most powerful she-wolf to walk the earth, our children will be the next alphas of amazing packs. We can do anything."

“Sorry about the deer. That must have been a hard blow for you, seeing as your family worked for Artemis and all that.” “Uhm, yeah,” Zephyra said slowly, surprised once again someone knew how important the deer were to her and her mother. Most people around here vaguely knew that Artemis was a goddess, even less knew she was Greek, and no one she’d met would know the connection between her and the deer. “Mom’s having a fit as you can imagine,” she added with a shrug. “You know anything more about the deer?” Brady asked. His tone was curious, but there was something else in there too.

Luna said and I felt my wolf, urging me to free her for awhile. The strange cold sensation washed over me and I felt my wolf come out of my body and I heard everyone gasp as I could understand them. She stood beside me and bowed her head toward Silas and me and then at her own mother. She opened her mouth and with a earthly and anicent voice she spoke. "My name is Artemis" I looked down immediately when she spoke her name. Artemis, the moongoddess daugther and the queen of all supernaturals. She is my wolf?!

Artemis tells me, pointing her finger at me as she puts a hand on her waist and paces back and forth. “Alright.” I tell her, while trying to hide my fear. I breathe slowly to calm my crazy little heart. I sit in an armchair while she walks around and listens to what she tells me. “Everyone knows that the Moon Goddess exists. The truth is that there are three of us. We call ourselves the Moon Triad.”

(My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below.

George said through gritted teeth, irritated by Margot's outburst. Margot, out of all of them, knew the most about Arte. She knew Artemis had a sister named 'Khi'; she knew Arte was a nickname. But all of this was known by George, Mia and Lillian too. What Margot knew more than they was that Artemis came from a powerful family. She didn't know which family or what her role in said family was. But she knew Arte wasn't just a nobody or a small somebody, and she knew about Apollo not being dead, but in a coma.

Proserpina was immediately reminded that Artemis, like all the other Olympians, may not be used to being denied so blatantly, “As the goddess of wild things and protector of young women–” “With all due respect, I am a goddess as well,” Proserpina very nearly snapped, “I appreciate the concern… but just in case you have forgotten, I can handle one werewolf.” “Excuse me but handle–?” Artemis actually squeaked at the word, taking a shaky step back from her with wide, horrified eyes, looking like Proserpina just told her she secretly kicks puppies for fun, “You... c-cousin, you wouldn’t mean to… to kill him… right?”

I was grateful that he was on my side… Again I asked myself, ‘What exactly are you, Adrian? Then I looked at Artemis who was launching arrows at unbelievable speed and left ashes of demons all around her. Even though I was seeing her hunting for the first time, I was not surprised at her efficiency because she was the Goddess of the hunt after all. Then I turned towards Mercy and saw her uttering spells at the demons and killing them off. Seeing her using the spells, I remembered that we were supposed to capture some demons to interrogate. So far, all of us were concentrating on killing the demons. By now, the demons had thinned out and only a few were left.