Percy Jackson Hunters Of Artemis Novels & Stories

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.

JAXON POV My mind, reeling with all the information she unleashed on us, was working at full speed, trying to piece everything together. But one concern reigned supreme; Artemis, how do we protect her? ‘We need more information!’ Suggests Ares. ‘Really, what else do you need?’ I replied. ‘Let me forward!’ ‘What? No, you can be extremely stubborn, and we are all here to listen and understand her, not to push her.’

The gesture was so tender, so quintessentially Oscar, that it nearly undid me. "What did you do?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and concern. I pulled back slightly, meeting his deep brown eyes. They were tired but full of life, that familiar enigmatic glint slowly returning. A small smile tugged at my lips as I considered how to explain. "I wasn’t strong enough to do it, but Artemis…" I began, my voice soft. "She gave some of her own power, her own life, to wake up Dionysus. To help him wake you up."

The first hunter lunged. Fast. Too fast. Kai intercepted him midair, their collision sending a shockwave through suspended space. I gasped as their powers clashed, silver light against something darker and older. The other silhouettes began emerging from the portal. Three. Four. More. The Moon Goddess growled, shifting into full wolf form and leaping toward one of them. “You cannot win this confrontation,” the elegant hunter said calmly as she advanced toward me. “Watch me,” I breathed. She struck first.

He jogged towards her, only stopping when he was an arm’s length away from her. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “I told you to stay in the cottage.” Archer grinned stupidly at her. She sounded angry, yet she still was the loveliest woman in his eyes. “Your grandmother said the Forest was huge, and I could hunt somewhere different from you. I swear that I did not know that the trail I was following was the one you took as well.” Aurora pursed her lips, seemingly about to say something when the rabbit she was holding sank its front teeth on her right hand, causing her to shout and promptly drop it. The animal quickly scurried away from them, furrowing into the thick vegetation.

“Spill.” Marcus ran a hand down his face, exhaling heavily. “There are werewolf hunters near the territory. Too close.” My jaw tightened. “How close?” “Close enough to be a problem. With the pack run happening, I can’t leave to handle it myself. I need you to go, take some men—” “You want me to,” I said flatly, cutting him off. Marcus nodded, his tone grim. “Yes.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. The hunters were becoming a bigger problem again. Even after we’d destroyed LyRI months ago, they were rebuilding, finding new ways to hunt us, to capture wolves.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“I hurt all over.” Jackson snorted, and the tension in the room snapped. Archer raised a sleek eyebrow, her pearlescent skin glowing softly even under the stark lights. “There’s another hunter in the area? That none of us knew about?” “Not a hunter, not exactly,” I said quickly, eager to brush past the topic of Cyrus and move on. “He’s – eager to learn.” “Like Sie?” Mera asked, rocking back on her heels and almost crashing into one of Torre’s glass cases. Torre’s head snapped towards her, her expression sour.

Hunter prowled over to Armando who was trying to sit up but was having a hard time. "P-pigeon," Armando called her and she flinched. Hunter grabbed his hair and jerked him to his feet. "Dagger," Hunter sneered and Lennox tossed a dagger his way which he grabbed with ease. Hunter forcefully made Armando lean over the pile of two dead wolves. His eyes widened when he noticed what Hunter was about to do. He began to struggle but Lennox and Luca grabbed his arms and forced his face down. He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony.

“Uh… I’m here too.” Archie blinked, then let out a breathless laugh. “Right. Sorry.” A smile tugged at his lips. “I’m just… surprised to see you….both.” Silvers looked from her son to the two girls. “And who might you be?” “Mom,” Archie said, “this is Piper Moore and Ember Cruise. They are from Ironclaw Pack.” “Oh.” Silvers nodded thoughtfully, then turned her attention fully to them. Her gaze lingered on Piper, her brows drawing together slightly. “From your university,” she said. Then, pointing gently, she asked, “Have we met before?”