Patroclus Father Novels & Stories

“I was trying to protect you.” “I know that now,” Achilles said, standing up. “I know you hated the fact you had to teach us that, but if you did not, we would have been killed way earlier. You always knew my father's usurper would be after us, no matter how far we ran. We could not outrun our destiny, Uncle.”

Nothing! “I don’t see a thing, Alpha. Maybe Ajax can locate the enemy better.” Ajax was Alpha Atticus’s son and the future Alpha of the pack. I hated the man with a vengeance, but I couldn’t defy Alpha Atticus’s wish. He had the key to all the secrets of my past. He was the only one who knew about my parents, and my family. I never saw my family! I heard that Alpha Atticus rescued a newborn pup when the Luceres Pack was attacked by his brother, Alpha Achilles.

“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!”

On the second was imprinted “Alpha Pegasus- heir to the lycaon throne.” “Tsk tsk,” I clicked my tongue as I realized the pattern to which the paintings were arranged, they were all rulers of the Crescent Park and six of them were descendants of the famous Alpha Lycaon. It was imprinted on the last, “Alpha Leonidas the second.”... If these men were previous rulers of the Crescent Pack, then Alpha Leonidas should be Alpha Xandros' father.

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

“He trusted you! You were his father’s beta. Kranos Stormrider wasn’t perfect, but he wouldn’t have let you rot. He would have given you any land you wanted if you’d just asked.” “Asked?” Father was on his feet before I could blink. The throne scraped backward, the sound cracked through the air as he lept into the air. My father had the strength of a hundred wolves, so it was a very unpleasant surprise when he landed on his feet in front of me and the ground shook beneath both our feet. “Asked?” His voice echoed. “I shouldn’t have to ask for anything. Everything he had, every bloody thing, I went to war for it! I built it. I stood by him no matter what, spent all my life outside. I fought hi

William echoed, his voice sounding as lost as she felt. "But I don't know who my father is," Emily interjected. "He doesn't even know I exist." Paoli nodded, but it was more of a thoughtful gesture than an agreement. “Who is her father?” William asked. Paoli looked at him for a long, heavy moment. “Lycaon,” he said finally. An uncomfortable silence stretched out. "Are you sure?" William asked, his voice sounding very concerned. "I mean absolutely sure?" Paoli nodded solemnly, this time in answer.

Perseus was used to getting everything he ever had his eyes on. He was born from a family of warrior. His father was a general of the Crescent Peak army, while his mother was the daughter of old man Lucian. He grew up with servants toiling at his every wishes. His father taught him that the strong controls the world. So, he was trained by his father to be the best fighter in town ever since he was able to walk. And he took in every lesson like a sponge.

"What is his name?" The scout flinched, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. "He was once a Varek lord, my King. A lord who was thought to have died in the same battle that took your father. A man who was lost, and has now been… reforged." He looked at Kaelen, his eyes wide with a dawning, horrifying realization. "His name is Lord Vorlag. And he was your father's most loyal friend. And your sworn brother."

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.