Achilles X Patroclus Novels & Stories

was all Achilles had to say in response. ​ Lady Briseis glared but, the doctors continued. “Now, from what we can scent, there is a resemblance in the scent of Lady Briseis and yourself, your highness, which ordinarily would indicate positive paternity however, we would also like to conduct a blood test if that would be okay?” Achilles nodded and the alchemist produced a blade and a goblet, Achilles sliced the palm of his hand and allowed the blood to spill into the cup, Lady Briseis did the same. The Alchemist swirled the blood in the goblet, combining them and started her low chant “Ab Dis,

He was happy, nonetheless. “Will you stay?” he held her arm, begging silently with his eyes. Those green eyes that reflected the light of the forest were dim now like the autumn leaves after the first frost. She obeyed, giving in. Perhaps in some other lifetime, she would’ve refused him, screamed at him, asking to face his battles alone, but somehow in this one, she couldn’t. Despite the war between her mind and heart, she wanted to follow him. She wanted to follow him like Patroclus followed Achilles to Troy, and everyone knows how that story ended.

Patroclus was a calm man, who never raised his voice, no matter how bad things were, but Charilaus could hear his Father raise it loudly, telling whoever it was that he would not do such a corrupt thing to anyone in such a manner. The other man whose face Charilaus could not see in the darkness of the night said that Patroclus was being silly. For a man like him who knew that Renatus was a city who did not care for anyone except those who struggled to fight for themselves, he was being very stupid in not wanting to take from it. But it all fell on deaf years, for if there was anyone who was full of purity and justice, it was Patroclus. It had been that night when Charilaus returned to his Ch

I'm starting to cling to that man as an escape from the whole situation and that wasn't healthy. "I understand." Achilles replied somewhat defeated. “I will ask them to prepare everything for your departure.” He started to walk towards the bedroom exit, but stopped at the door and turned to see me. “I…Perseus is my childhood friend… He is explosive and sometimes he gets out of hand, but he would never be able to hurt you.” I know Achilles is trying to get me to trust Perseus, but… I touched the scars on my wrists and a small pang of sadness shot through me. I had already heard something similar.

“I know you probably hate me right now. But I need you to answer every question I ask, no sassiness.” “You can't do anything to me,” I gasped, dragging the edge of my clothes. “I am not well.” “I don't bloody care,” he screamed at me. His voice shook with fury, and I took a tenacious step towards him. “Achilles, what's going on?” He collapsed to the floor, his head bowed between his legs. “I failed you,” he said, choking. “I failed you, I failed you.” “No, you didn't,” I cried, falling next to him. “I promise, you didn't. Christian’s tentacles, theyr were so long.”

— My lord wished to honor you with riches, but you rejected them and in a fit of fury he hanged the doctor who had predicted my death. —You know Alex better than anyone. Don’t you? I mean, you've known him since you were little, you guys grew up together. Isn’t it so? — Yes. My father, Amintor was his father's man of trust. We were educated together in the city of Mieza, with Aristotle as a teacher, like other noble boys. — Your real name isn't Patrick. He lets out a laugh. — No. Like my lord’s real name isn’t Alexander Philipides. From a very young age we admired the ancient heroes, my lord had a great inclination towards Achilles and I for Patroclus, Achilles’ best friend. That's where I g

I pointed out. As if to act as an example, Hypatos waved with his stump of an arm. He is an excellent example of how an Ares soldier can be injured. He’s lucky the chimera he faced all those years ago only took his arm. I remember the carnage the last chimera left in Pella and how many lives were lost to it, including someone important to Ismene-Eirene. “As heir, I need a project. This could be that project.” I shrugged. I wasn’t going to say my interest is that it would make a valid reason to see Ismene-Eirene and spend time with her.

He became oddly quiet whenever discussions involved Poseidon territories near Pella, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly, his eyes darkening with a shadow of an emotion I couldn't name. At first, I dismissed it as lingering trauma from the battle. But the signs were too specific, too consistent. They weren't the random, haunted flashes of a soldier reliving a horrific event. They were... focused. They were tethered to a place, a memory. A person. I finally pieced it together with growing disbelief: Androkles had met someone during the chimera attack. Worse, he cared. The realization honestly alarmed me because Olympus destroyed attachments, especially for men like them. Love was a liabil

Ember stared at him for a few moments as if trying to figure out if he was being serious and yes, he did seem pretty serious and curious about the whole thing. "Oh, this one? It's about Achilles, and Patroclus, his companion. They were also said to be lovers in texts, some say it was just platonic. I personally think they loved each other, if not, nothing would really make sense," Ember explained but she doubted he knew much about exactly the references she was making. But it was alright, it wasn't like he would want to- "Why would it make sense? I want to know what happened to them, you'll tell me if I ask, right?" He asked, a little skeptical as if she doubted her. But she went ahead to sa

This made him so frustrated that he felt like vomiting blood. “Luneth Mueller!” “Didn’t you hate this man?” “Didn’t he lie to you?” “You tricked me. What is your relationship with him?” Patroclus was able to clearly see Alex and Luneth’s actions and expressions. It was amplified for him since he was in a shrunken glass cube. This made him yell and scream loudly. Luneth went out of Alex’s embrace and stood before the shrunken boundary, staring straight inside. After quite some effort, she was able to find Patroclus.