Nymph Artemis Novels & Stories

I look at my still-screaming sister as she pulls the sword from Damon's chest. "No, no, no, NO, NO, NO," she screams at him as if she's commanding him not to die. From where I'm standing, I only see him cup her face as she lets out another scream and... Goddess above, Artemis' tits, Nyx on a stick, she pulls his head to the side and marks him.

-"Not necessarily. The pond shows us the living or those who are about to die. The underworld river waters' bring genuine emotions afloat. After being betrayed so often, Zeus couldn't risk more deceptions, so he used those waters to create the pond where the souls show their true selves. Whoever spoke to you through the water reflection was genuine. You must help them." -"Why can't you help them? Why do you pick me to do it instead?" I question, my voice treating to break. She approached me, placing her soft hand on my cheek, her lips stretched into a gentle, caring smile. "Daughter of mine, listening to your doubts makes me certain of my choice." -"Artemis, where did you go?" A stranger's v

This beauty had a pleasant and a kind vibe as the soft and gentle moonlight. "Oh, You will learn it soon... Neffie... However you are now in my throne room... My home... But practically... you are not here... Imagine that you are in a place which cannot be seen by ordinary eye.., a place hidden in the shadows beyond the ordinary world... That will make it easier for you to understand... And... I had been known in so many different names over time... Máni Mene... Cynthia... Diana-" Neffie's eyes widened in understanding as the beauty slowly explained herself in her unusual accent. "-Artemis...and et-cetera... But I was mostly recognized as Selene and that is also the name I like the most... A

Mother always said she was a goddess, the goddess of hunting and wild nature and even the tradition that stopped females from fighting could never stop her because she was a fighter and she would always fight whatever stood in her way of living her dream. "She is the goddess of hunting and wild nature, Artemis. Some also call her the advocate of females." I smiled sadly. Not only did Imelda remind me of Celeste, she made me think about my mother for the first time in a long time. "Artemis….." she whispered, biting her lips and at that moment, her lips looked very inviting and I wanted nothing more but to kiss her. "Would you be mad at me if I kissed you right now?" I asked and she bit her li

She’s also known to be a virgin. ‘Yeah, that’s not true for me. I don’t have a twin. And I don’t plan on staying virgin if I can help it.’ Artemis chimed in. I didn’t think she’d have the exact history this goddess had anyway. That would be weird. People frequently identify Artemis as Selene, the Moon Goddess. She’s the protector of young children, especially young girls. Seen as the goddess of the animals.

Hera said softly, her voice almost lost in the music. "Not just power and glory, but connection and care, work and wonder, love shared freely between all beings, great and small." Artemis rode ahead, her deer moving with effortless grace as she scanned the road ahead – not for danger, but for the beauty that lay hidden in every shadow and sunlit clearing. Hermes skipped alongside them, occasionally darting ahead to explore a bend in the road or investigate an interesting-looking tree, always returning with stories to share and treasures to show.

"Didn't you noticed it father?" "I did." Zeus answered. "I am not that stupid Ares, Roen who I know really well wouldn't be alone without any of his guards with him. But he gave us a useful information. The first Tribrid is still alive and his Tamara's mate." "So what are we going to do now Zeus?" Eros asked. "Artemis!" Zeus suddenly called out the goddess name and she appeared immediately. "You called on me Zeus." Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, said bowing down.

He concludes. “Say something I don’t know.” “If you can’t catch it, you can borrow it from its owner.” He suggests and suddenly my insides light up with hope. A smile finds its way to his lips when he sees the wheels turn in my head. “It belongs to Artemis!” I spring up from my bed in excitement. I can almost see myself walking to Arles’ palace with the Golden Hind. “But how am I going to call Artemis? And why would she lend me her sacred Hind?” I ask. Artemis is the goddess of hunting and wilderness and on what grounds would she lend her Hind to a mortal like me?

Artemis Green, always my favourite. Whenever I feel tired or low, I'll take a run to the forest. Running through the woods, by the lake and stopping in the valley and looking at the endless sky keeps my heart in ease. I closed my eyes and the scenarios came to my memories again.

It was the first time that Francesca saw the demon act that way, and she bit her lip to keep herself from laughing. An awkward moment passed as everyone gaped at the new arrival. And even more so when Hecate was joined by someone who looked like a younger version of herself. From the bow and arrow on her back and her heavy hunting gear, Francesca could immediately tell who it was. Artemis. The moon goddess who rode her moon chariot from the sky to the horizon, and prowled the lands of the Earth at night, running errands for her elder sisters.