Patroclus And Achilles Novels & Stories

"Be careful, Ria." Cryx and I, and the others have our own codes basing on Greek and Roman Mythology. Right now, I based it on the glory of Greece, the Illiad by Homer. The Battle between the Acaeans (Greeks) and the Trojans. During their conquer of Chryse, a town allied with Troy, the Greeks captured Chryseis and Briseis. Agamemnon took Chryseis as his crowning glory while Achilles took Briseis. When Chryseis' father learned of this, he offered a magnanimous sacrifice to the god Apollo for his daughter's safe return. Agamemnon then conspired to take Briseis away from Achilles and offer her as remuneration. This will allow Cryx to decipher that there is danger nearby and they plan to take Br

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

Patroclus and the horse looked disinterested even as they froze to a spot without a stir. ''Move, Patroclus, move!'' Gaius shouted at the top of his voice, aiming to drive action into his soldier. ''The horse wouldn't move, sire!'' Patroclus informed, shouting back at the top his voice. In a wink of an eye, the horse that had come to a halt suddenly broke down and collapsed, throwing Patroclus off to the ground. Patroclus tended to the horse's broken leg afterwards. The horse could no longer move, and it looked as though it had been subjected to agony and torture.

You just wouldn’t stop killing. Lykaon reached for his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. ‘Hush boy. You did the right thing, all of you. I’ll be at peace now…’ Cyparissus & Cyanippus helped their siblings over to where their father and brother were. King Lykaon was gone, but Arcas was still clinging to the last thread of life. He had a gash across his chest that was just too deep to recover from. Elatreus pressed both hands over it, trying to stop the bleeding. He bit his lip, holding in his grief.

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.

Braxius states confidently. "Please be safe and don't do anything stupid," I plead. Then, giving me a kiss on top of my head, Braxius backs away from me and turns. "Please come back to me," I whisper softly. The palace was filled with news throughout the day, eventually reaching us servants. There was a skirmish with the Greeks led by the fearsome Achilles, and many Trojans died under Achilles' sword. All I can do is wait to hear the fate of Braxius.

The last time he chased after that Inuit traitor, he came here once and was stopped by Achilles. At that time, he came as an enemy, but at this time, the entire the Divine Clan treated him as a distinguished guest. The figure of Achilles appeared. When he saw Jason, Achilles did not look resentful. Instead, he laughed heartily. The strong had been venerated by the Divine Clan. As the God of War of the Divine Clan, Achilles naturally admired this man who was stronger than him. Although he wanted to surpass this man all the time, it was undeniable that this man had always stood at the top of the world.

Not only had he died, he died to one much younger than himself, proving that Achilles could not use age as a factor to limit himself anymore. “But it seems it isn’t that soft yet,” Poseidon smiled cruelly as he swung his trident towards Heimdall. Heimdall’s eyes flashed brightly as he brought his arms before him, causing a shield to appear before him. With a massive roar he was struck by Poseidon’s trident and sent flying into a distant mountain. “Stay where you are,” Poseidon ordered Achilles as he levitated above the ground, a cloud of water beneath his feet. “Lord Poseidon! Let us help you! We too feel nothing but rage for the one who used the life of our lord as bait!” Achilles roared.

“Then we can really see who is better.” “Now they don’t stand a chance.” Alec chuckled. Achilles was considered one of the best war heroes in history. As far as I knew, Hades had him sign a contract for the sole purpose of training his son. While I wasn’t interested in Caleb or Hunter getting hurt, I wouldn’t mind seeing Achilles in action. “I’m game.” Caleb shrugged. “Hunter?” “Sure.” Hunter mimicked Caleb’s shrug.

“Release my son, Patroclus Mooncrate. Since you can write, I will only break your left arm and spare your right arm. Follow me in the future, and I will teach you how to write.” “Uh—” Alex said, “I’m afraid I’m powerless about that! In fact, Patroclus and I aren’t enemies! We are friends! When Patroclus heard that the Undying Clan would invade the border again soon, he took the lead and requested to defend the border. He has already departed by now, and I have no way to go after him.” Mooncrate’s expression changed. “He went to defend against the Undying Clan? Where is he? Take me there!”