Percy X Artemis Lemon Novels & Stories

Ariel let out a loud scream as Damien finally penetrated into her, he patted her head softly, thrusting into her. "Shh. Stop being a cry baby," he said as tears were running down Ariel's eyes. Soft sobs left her lip as she knew that there was no turning back the hands of the clock, the deed had already been done. Though she wished for her to lose her virginity to her mate, she also wished for it to be pleasurable that even the moon goddess would smile down at them, but only one was fulfilled and she wasn't happy about it. She could only wish for this to be over and for her to be comforted by her tears.

Icarus took off her reading glasses and looked at Leonore. The woman looked at his face, deep in those dark, stormy eyes. "I know... But I also know that you were raised by the healer of the family. We can leave her under a light spell, so she'll hold out until then" Leonore hoped it would happen. No one knew why Artemisia was so bad, it was only one day that Geon showed up at the Nyx mansion carrying her. The girl's cheeks were less flushed and there was less sweat bathing her face, Artemisia was still awake when she arrived, but did not know what had made her look so bad. They thought it might have been the beanve venom leonore had given her, but the possibility seemed to be far away just

“By the time I figured it out, it was too late to pull out.” Terry shook his head. “This sounds bad. Like… ‘you’re-going-to-vanish’ bad.” Lucian gave a tired smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Terry was quiet for a moment, watching him. “And this Artemis... what’s he like?” Lucian hesitated too long. Terry’s eyes sharpened. “Lucian.” Lucian deflected. “He’s complicated. Volatile. Unpredictable. Flirty but not stupid and absolutely drives me insane.”

Scorpio shrieked as the light burned through his armor. The world vanished in brilliance. When the light faded, the desert was silent. Glass cracked underfoot. Leo and Scorpio lay shattered, their forms dissolving into scorched sand. Pelin exhaled and leaned into me. “Please tell me that worked.” I laughed weakly. “I think they fell for it.” Above us, Artemis clapped slowly, her smile sharp and delighted. “Oh, how beautiful,” she purred. “You never do fail to surprise me.” I tightened my grip on Pelin’s hand.

"Stop sulking. Help Selene with her lemonade." Amara scrambled up, wiping dirt from her knees. She carried the silver tray to Selene, who wrinkled her nose. "You’re staining my dress with your grubby hands." Marcella swept over, draping an arm around Selene’s shoulders. "Nonsense, you brat!" She plucked a lemon wedge from Amara’s tray and flicked it at her stepdaughter’s chest. "Just be careful, you useless girl. Selene’s dress cost more than your mother’s entire library."

He didn’t waste time—he pulled forward fresh fruit, delicate creams, and polished molds. “Today,” he said in accented English, “we will create one of my favorites. Le Citron.” My eyes widened. The Lemon. I had seen pictures of this masterpiece, perfectly shaped like a lemon on the outside, but inside… a delicate harmony of textures: lemon curd, almond biscuit, white chocolate. The epitome of edible art.

Sephora's POV “Sisters! Today we train! We must strengthen our bodies, minds and souls! The power the Goddess gives us must not be wasted!” My sister's voices filled the air, carried by the wind as they reached the furthest ends of the pack. Artemisia stepped forward. I smiled; it had been ages since I had seen her in her gear: Her bronze chest plate, dazzling with bright blue jewels, polished by Lunaria’s waters and blessed by the Goddess herself.