Percy And Artemis Love Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You will see for yourself that I am not lying to you. Freya is my mate. That's all for now. We will now prepare for the big celebration of the pack a week from now. -------------- By the time we reached Alpha Percy’s room, I grabbed his arms and pushed him away. No. My room now. He did not budge. He was that strong, but he stepped back away from me. "Marry? Get married?!" I exclaimed. "How could you decide like that without even considering what I would say?" Alpha Percy pocketed his hands and leaned heavily on the wall. "They are suspicious about you. That's the least that I could do. You want me to stay still while the Council was looking at the far corner of the room and waiting for me

My subconscious screamed at me, but I did nothing. Rather, I wanted him to nudge me onto the bed and make insane love to me and tell me everything would be fine. Also, I wanted him to say he loves me alone. But I got none of it. I didn't even get the assurance. Instead, I got a furious Sin. He pushed me off of him and his eyes glinted. “I can still have you, Artemisia. No matter how hard you try to shove me away. You still want me.”

So, Artemis and I fought for a long time until we couldn’t anymore. And one day we ran. But neither of us came from families willing to give up so easily. The more we ran, the harder our parents did everything in their power to catch us, and when it finally seemed as though we had finally gotten the opportunity to live our love story, I died.

I felt myself melting into him, barriers lowering that I'd kept fortified for years. When I finally pulled back, just far enough to look into his eyes, I found Aeson gazing back at me—those remarkable purple-blue eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. My own vision had sharpened, colours intensifying in the way that told me Artemis had pushed forward, her yellow-green eyes meeting his. Inside my mind, Artemis pranced and bounced with impatience. ’Do it,’ she insisted, broadcasting her certainty with unrelenting enthusiasm. ‘I can feel you thinking about it. DO IT!’

*** Grace took a deep sigh as she stared into space, her mind a mess. "I can't believe I'm going back to New York, or that Mother allowed me to go just like that," she breathed out. Noah took a deep, happy breath. He, too, was finding it hard to believe that the woman of his dreams was coming with him. "Yes," he managed to say, kissing her hand. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. "And I love you too," Grace replied.

Jaxon: I can still taste you and feel you in my arms. Jaxon: I need you back in them. Artemis: Thank the gods you’re not here it would be very embarrassing for you to see how red my face is right now. Jaxon: I love your innocence, it’s a major turn on. Artemis: Everything about you is a turn-on. Is still can’t believe I’m your mystery girl. Jaxon: I’m glad it is you. It explains so much. Artemis: What do you mean?

he corrected softly. The realization landed hard. This was never just about power. Or fear. Or ancient rivalries. It was about control. Artemis did not fit into their world. Neither did Lucian. Neither, perhaps, did I. That night, the Crescent burned brighter than ever before. Silver light seeped through my skin, faint but undeniable, casting pale shadows along the walls. Artemis woke up crying, her small body trembling as she clutched at her chest. When I gathered her close, the ache inside me flared — resonating with hers, as if we were two strings pulled taut by the same unseen hand.

Percy observed her from the corner of his eye, a soft smile tugging at his lips. And then, in a moment that felt both surprising and inevitable, it struck him. He had fallen for them both – not just for Ramina, but for the family they represented. It was as if the threads of their lives had woven together seamlessly, forming a tapestry of companionship and affection that Percy hadn't known he craved. The realization washed over him like a gentle wave, a warmth spreading from the depths of his chest to the tips of his fingers.

She had paced back and forth earlier, but now her tension had dissolved into a motionless, simmering fury. "I don't believe he did that," Artemis breathed softly, her voice trembling. "Ace erased all of my memories of him—of us. All those times, lost like they never existed." Her hand was clenched around the bedsheet. "Is it possible for a person to demolish love like that and remain a leader?"

Persephone had on a black dress that stopped at her thighs when she reached them, her hand clutching the place where the spear had pierced though the hole seemed to be fixing itself but she was not looking at him, "It is no one's fault what happened." Artemis gave her a smile. "Of course it was not. Come, let us-" "Please let me speak with you," After so many months, his voice had rose arrogantly with hate but now, he was begging, pleading for her to look at him. It had been a voice that she had loved. A voice she could never refuse. Persephone froze, Artemis looking angry again. "Persephone-" Persephone closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. "You- You should leave with Loukas. I shall meet yo