Nymph Artemis Novels & Stories

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?!

“It should not be opening this early.” “What happens when it opens?” the woman demanded. No one answered immediately. That was enough to make panic spread through the clearing. “Kade,” Lena whispered again. I reached her finally. The moment I touched her, pain detonated through both of us. I nearly collapsed beside her as visions exploded behind my eyes. A silver city stretching endlessly beneath black skies. Machines towering higher than mountains. A younger Lena—Amara—standing before thousands of kneeling figures dressed exactly like the Wardens.

“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.

It prowled her veins, fierce and hungry, its promise echoing in her mind—vengeance, power, rebirth. You are not done. Rise. Nyxara’s eyes snapped open, violet fire burning beneath her lashes—an untamable inferno that would never be extinguished. Every betrayal flashed before her, each one forging her will into a weapon sharper than any blade. The dreams they’d tried to steal from her twisted into new forms—armor, claws, teeth. The world had crowned her the White Wolf’s heir in secret, but now, awakened by agony and rage, she claimed the title with every beat of her heart.

The people gave way until he reached the front of the crowd. The priest washed his hand in a clean bowl of water and said,“ O Goddess Selene, bestow purity to thy hand, so it shall be cleansed from all enormity”, After saying his prayers, he finally turned to face Amaria. “ Amaria, That is your name, isn't it?” He asked. “ Let us go” Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work.

he asked him. "Yes" Matt thundered. "A healing wolf" he repeated. "Do you think he can live till you find and confirm one?" the Mage was obviously in doubt. "We already have one. She is confirmed. Sophie" he retorted. "Is that the same Sophie whose wolf was expunged?" the Mage chuckled. "You mean she couldn't heal without her wolf?" Alpha Jones intervened. "Of course the wolf is the healer" the Mage asserted. "And only the Moon Goddess can bring back a wolf to the wolfless" he explained.

“Hey, are you okay?” Rhea asked Arya, placing her hand on her shoulder. Ayra paused for a second before continuing to sob. She didn’t want people around her. She repulsed them. “Ayra,” she called out in her soft voice. Ayra sniffled and wiped her tears off before looking up at Rhea. But she only hugged Rhea and began sobbing. Rhea wrapped her arms around her and whispered some comforting words but Ayra was beyond shattered for those words to affect her.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

Growled a voice in my head, causing me to jump slightly. “Wait…. Who are you?” I silently replied, making sure I didn’t speak out loud as I didn’t want to wake up my men. “I’m Nyx, I’m surprised you didn’t realise.” “How are you talking to me?” I ask, “you’ve never done that before.” “You’ve never been ready to hear me before, not like this.” “I don’t understand, how is this possible?” “We are the Red wolf.” She smiles, and I could actually see her in my mind, her beautiful red fur bouncing as she moved. “We can do anything we want. Selene has blessed us.”

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.