Nymph Artemis Novels & Stories

“Go away, Ava. I don’t want to argue with your brother about how to treat you right. He doesn’t even know your capabilities.” “Wilder, please…” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hera Ava leaned closer to him. That is her full name. But people like to call her Ava or Hera. Whatever they like. Just like her brother Hades Avery. A gasp caught their attention. Their eyes landed on the girl who entered the room. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed. “What the hell, nerd? Don’t you even know how to knock?” Wilder removed the arm that was wrapped around him. He kept looking at Fertine.

I slowly approached the glass cabinet as my eyes traced the outline of the equipment, and suddenly, my heart pounded—not in excitement, but in familiarity. “Holy shit. That’s Artemis’ bow! I did not expect that it would be located in the basement of the Evening Shadow!” Artemis’ bow? Artemis. . . is one of the triple goddesses. Is this the reason why looking at the bow feels familiar? It was as if it was calling me.

he said as his eyes lit up. “Go to him,” Zeus nudged the girl forward. Her hand clutched the side of her dress, as she moved closer, her scent becoming thick and overwhelming to the point that I could feel myself getting aroused which was weird. Suddenly, I rose to my feet and my hand swept to her neck, drawing her closer. The people gasped and her body tensed. A curse from her body swirled into my ear. “Desire becomes eternal, sixteen moons to summon death.” I pulled my hand away.

Her steady silver eyes showed no tolerance for objections. My stomach knotted with the hardened orbs Artemis fixed on me. Oh crap! “I’ll get the information from you.” She pointed at Valen and then at me, “by hurting her.” Valen's muscles tensed. His emeralds darkened, and his aura surged around him. He was ready to challenge her. I turned to massage his heaving chest with gentle strokes. “Don't,” I whispered and reminded him of her sovereignty. “She’s a goddess.” Artemis sighed sadly and akimbo. “Like I said, Cronus is very angry. Fortunately for you, I have a love for animals, so I’ll toss in my own type of torture.”

At the time I thought it had been the weirdest thing to see. “I don’t care if you hate me or not. The only reason you still have a place in Olympus is that my father has a thing for your mother. If you so much as to make an attempt to lay a finger on me again, I will show you exactly why I am the Goddess of the Hunt.” Artemis threatened, just inches from Seraphine’s chained body. Before Seraphine could say another word, something appeared over her mouth. It almost looked like a muzzle of some sort, preventing Seraphine from speaking. That didn’t stop her from making noises and struggling against the chains.

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.

The door creaked slightly as Artemis closed it behind her, sealing the chamber in secrecy. Artemis, her silhouette adorned by the soft glow of the candles, approached Alcides with a subtle allure. She extended her finger across his lips, silencing any potential questions or objections. The room seemed to hold its breath as Artemis slowly revealed her feminine virtues, her movements accentuated by the delicate play of light and shadow. Alcides, still in shock, observed Artemis, realizing the stark difference between the maternal figure he had known and the woman now standing before him. She was different, and his mind struggled to reconcile the two aspects of her identity.

The nymph had just finished shifting when a spear flew by Ari’s head, her eyes turned orange and she accidentally the nymph on fire. The nymph shifted back in a rush as she let out a blood-curdling scream and frantically tried to put the flames out. Sunama, with her eyes flickering turquoise from her power, doused the fire with water that she called up from the earth. “Great, you gave away our position?” Ari yelled as smoke rose from the nymph. “No, the smoke from the nymph did.” Sunama yelled back, “Because you set her on fire!”

’ Proserpina crossed her arms, willing her face to remain blank. Shut the hell up, Thanatos. “Just leave. He’s coming for you,” Artemis insisted urgently, her form flickering the same way the moon does amidst a stormy sky, “Now. While you still can…” “No.” Anger suddenly flashed across such a deceptively young face the same way lightning would have under what was once a clear sky. 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–”

I picked up the final sacrifice; a lamb bone wrapped in cedar bark and leaves and placed it inside the bowl of moon water at the centre of the Dias. “Great Goddess Artemis, the Goddess of the hunt and the moon, sister of the Sun God,” I called out to the Goddess. “Give us your strength, mighty Goddess. Your children need your blessing. Give us the strength to bring back peace to our land and defeat the intruders who kill without mercy. Hail Goddess Artemis.” “Hail Goddess Artemis.” The Maidens and I bowed low to the ground, to gather strength and honor the Goddess…and then we rose as one unit. Warriors of Artemis.