Twin Brother Of Artemis Novels & Stories

Fifty eight years marked the rebirth of their son, Selene and Zeus were grateful to be given him back, but this time around he came in a set of twins. Asher's spirit came back with Apollo this time around as brothers, identical twins. You could barely tell them apart. They were perfect. They both came out with a cocoa butter skin tone and midnight galaxy eyes. When you looked into them it felt as though you were looking into a starry night in the cosmos.

I asked, reversing the attention on him. "Alexander. From Alexander the Great" he laughed. "Maximus Alexander Walker... boy your parents wanted you to be special!" we both chuckled. "My mother was very particular with our names. And my mine is the mild one" "Do you have siblings?" I didn't want him to know that I already checked him out online. "A twin set of older brother and sister" "And their names?" "My sister's is Cleopatra Athena and my brother's Christopher Dante. I mean... my mother named my poor brother Dante!" he softly laughed, and I followed.

Zelo could hear my conversation with Ares before but I'm not sure if they have said a word to each other. "I have heard a lot about you since then," my brother, Ares, said with a smile before shaking Zelo's hand. I immediately cleared my throat and frowned at my brother. "Artemis always talks about you too. I just didn't get the chance to meet you," Zelo said to Ares. "Yup, a lot of things happened. I didn't even know that you'll get back in each other's arms once again. Fate is really working its own ass, huh?” my brother said.

Damien asked. Armin laughed. "Wow, you are a curious one. I didn't think you'd care about who dies in your arms. But to answer your question about him being my relative...yes. He was my brother. We are fraternal twins, in fact." Damien looked at him, startled. "You had me kill your twin? That's low, even for someone like you!" Armin waved his hands dismissively. "Oh, get off your high horse, Sky. It's not like you to suddenly have moral values. What difference does it make whether he is my brother or not?" he asked.

Just as Amber prepared to transform into her wolf and use it’s strength against me, the restroom door was suddenly kicked open with great force. Aamon Blackwood who happened to be my bully number two who also happened to be her twin brother burst into the restroom, his eyes flashing with anger. “Leave her alone!” he shouted, shoving me away from his sister. Amber cowered behind her brother, her eyes still fixed on me with hatred. Aamon positioned himself between us, his broad shoulders shielding his pathetic sister from my gaze. Their family is full of nothing but assholes, I wonder if it wasn’t a mistake the goddess did to make them come from an Alpha.

Rumor had it that he shouldn't have become Alpha. Alpha Aiden has a twin brother, Ace, who also happened to be my friend growing up. Ace was always the one touted to be the alpha. He was the stronger one of the two. Although their father didn't play favorites, but it was pretty obvious whom he was training to take over after him. Ace. This caused a lot of friction among the twins. By the time they were 17, most people had started to refer to Ace as the new alpha to be.

Isolde’s POV I had a twin—Isla. Yeah, I know. The names? Tragic. Go ahead and blame our parents for thinking rhyming was cute. Isla was the golden child. We were identical down to the last eyelash, but somehow, she always sparkled a little more. Boys tripped over themselves for her. She was sweet, graceful, soft-spoken, basically the lead role in a fairy tale. Me? I was the background noise. Loud, impulsive, stubborn as hell, and apparently allergic to rules. Definitely not the favorite.

Then, his eyes moved to Klarisse. “And you must be Klarisse,” he said smoothly, his gaze appraising. “The woman who tamed my brother.” Klarisse swallowed, sensing the weight of his words. She wasn’t sure if it was meant as a compliment or something else entirely. But before she could respond, Alex finally spoke. “What are you doing here, Artemis?” His voice was calm, but Klarisse could hear the restraint in it. Artemis turned his full attention to his younger brother and smirked. “Straight to the point, as always.” He took a step closer. “Can’t a brother drop by to congratulate his family?”

I stiffened ready to dash out and fight but he stopped halfway through. “Who are you then?” his smile became wider and with a wink he replied. “My name is Atlas, Ares twin brother.”

Now her little sister has been dragged into that world too. Her stomach hurt as she watched him. His face was calm, hard to read. He knows, she thought. He has to know. He knew she wasn't doing it alone. She joined his enemies. She pulled the trigger. And they all thought the devil was dead. But he wasn't. He came back richer. Stronger. Colder. Now she was way up in the air, with her twelve-year-old sister next to her... and the man she tried to kill sitting across the way.