Project Artemis Book Novels & Stories

Amaris "Now, if everyone would turn to page 253 of their texts, we will begin,” our teacher says, trying to gain our attention over all of the noise of students chattering. Instead of paying attention, I lay my head on my desk, not caring in the least about this class, or school altogether. I'm only here so that I can finish my education, get my diploma and leave this godforsaken town and these godforsaken people.

"Please, call me Hermes. And may I say, you are quite talented yourself. Your paintings have a unique perspective, and I find that quite refreshing." I felt my cheeks warm at his compliments. "Thank you, Hermes. I'm so glad you like my work." His smile broadened. "I'd love to discuss your work further if you're free for dinner sometime?" I felt my heart skip a beat. Hermes wanted to have dinner with me. I was going to have dinner with one of the most influential people in the art world. "Of course, that would be wonderful," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Hermes gave me a warm smile and walked away, leaving me to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a

They quietly took a seat, the man sipping his cup of tea while the woman took graceful bites of a sandwich. Artemis had read two chapters before she slid the bookmark in and closed the book, slipping it back into her bag. Then, she smiled at the couple, pulling out a lunchbox of her own. "Artemis, your writing is beautiful as always. I quite enjoy this story. What was your inspiration?" Doctor Harrington asked. Artemis nodded her head to Apollo with a bitter smile, "My brother, the boy who got lost in his dreams, yet to return to us".

At my question, Titiana’s gaze turns dark, and it looks almost as if a storm is raging within her. "I committed a grave sin." Titiana sighs, "I interfered with the great design for my own selfish purposes." "But I thought deities weren’t allowed to associate with humans; isn’t that why Artemis…" As Artemis’ name crosses my mind, I find myself reaching into my own psyche to find that she isn’t there. ‘Artemis?’ I call, feeling a sudden flare of desperation. ‘Artemis, where are you?’ "Artemis is currently trapped within the celestial realm by Mateo." Titiana explains. "She tried to interfere with the universe's design by leading your carrier right into Mateo’s grasp. Your bond with him is stil

"The notebook. Red cover." I find it. Leather bound. Filled with dense handwriting and diagrams. "What is this?" "A complete neurological map of the corrupted activation process. Every weakness. Every failure point. Every way to reverse the process if you catch a corrupted hybrid early enough." I flip through pages. Chemical formulas. Genetic sequences. Treatment protocols. It's comprehensive. Brilliant. Exactly the kind of work that made Price famous before he became a monster. "Why?" I ask. "Because you were right. You chose to be better than what made you. I never could. But I can leave something that helps you instead of hurts you."

The betas might be nice to play with, but an alpha is what she is after. Stroking your hands up her chest, caressing her breasts, up her shoulders, you feel her inhale and draw you tight against her body. ARTEMIS (angry): We’re leaving, #STRING#0#. Aware of her commanding tone, and how the betas are being drawn to you, you resist her pull. When you push her away, you see the shock in her eyes. ARTEMIS (angry): #STRI