Son Of Artemis Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her hands are small and delicate as she does and she's got a very small frown on her face as she concentrates. "There we go. Awl done" she steps away happily as she admires her handiwork. "You wook beawutiful" "Thank you" I say. "What's your name?" "Selene" I blink in surprise by her name. I recognise the name from werewolf history. The Moon Goddess has many names, from many different forms. Artemis is a well-known Greek name, Luna is another. Selene was the name before Artemis, the Goddess of the full and new moon. Her parents must be very spiritual to name their daughter after the Moon Goddess.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

Her apparel even shone brighter than the first time I saw her, and I noticed a wild boar that I hadn't seen before next to her. “W-who are you?” The girl smiled, and I could have sworn I saw the moon when she did. Maybe, it was only my imagination because the sky was still moonless. “It's funny, you don't know me.” She said, her voice calm. “I don't know everyone that walks about in the forest,” I said with an eye roll. “You are right.” She beamed. “Anyway, I am Artemis.” “Goddess Artemis?” I asked and she nodded. “No way!”

Her father pushed his way through the throng, his cloak askew, his face between rage and anguish. End this now!" Artemis bellowed, his voice cracking with desperation. His eyes settled on his daughter—his strong Alpha heir, now a public spectacle in chains. The sight ripped him apart. His fists shook as if only just managing to restrain himself from tearing each guard limb from their body.

He touched my tummy and then stared at my face. "So bad we lost this little dude." Oh, I get it now. The doctor had already broken the news to him. Indeed Joanna said it, he looked devastated. "We did? Oh my god." I said and placed my hand on my Tommy. Tears welled up In my eyes, I cried like my life depended on it. Joanna smiled from behind but I didn't ignore her and continued with my tears. "Serena did this, she's the reason I lost my son. Honey, she's the reason we lost our heir." I said as tears kept rolling down my cheek.

she replies. ‘Selena?’ ‘I’m right here with you, and just as shocked.’ As I turn back into my surroundings, the main god who I’m assuming is Zeus from his aura and the command he has over this court, he smirks and raises an eyebrow at me. Shit, he clearly knows I wasn’t paying attention. “Artemis, do you know who I am?” “Zeus.” “That’s right. But I’m also your father.” Hold on what? ‘Selena, did he just say he’s, our father?’

Silver eyes gleamed, cruel and final. “My son,” Marcus growled, “you will wed Selene Stormfang. And you will end this farce tonight.” The bond between Damien and Emilia burned white-hot, stretched to the breaking point— And snapped taut with pain.

Then, I let my father take my daughter while Xander let his mother and father take our son. Suzanne: You really named him after your wolf, Alexander? He chuckled, looking at me with such love that I felt my heart leap with joy. Alexander: Yes, my Luna really likes the idea of ​​our son having either my name or my wolf's name, and nothing could change her mind. Since I didn't want to call him Junior, we went with Xavier. Suzanne: And your daughter... she's Catherine... like Evangeline's mother...

brown-hair backhanded her the moment her lips stopped moving, stars swimming behind Artemis' eyes. "You're already done, SWEETHEART," she whispered, using the earlier term of endearment that the bald man used. Brown-hair's knuckles were red, Baldy's knuckles were pure white. Arte's vision blurred at the edges. But inside? She was steel. Her mother's daughter. This was a big chunk of the reason Arte had been chosen for the position from a young age, skipping over Khione. Khione never had it in her. But Artemis? Those mismatched eyes were dangerous and cold from the moment they opened. She was, in every sense, her mother's daughter. The difference was, Diana learned. Arte's was natural.