Patroclus Father Novels & Stories

"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.

I asked him to tell me all about his father, Lycaon. “Our lives have been a relentless chase from one place to another,” he began, his voice steady yet laced with an edge of pain. “For more than a millennium, we’ve been fleeing from my father's wrath. He hunted down me and my siblings—every last one—except for Kathryna. She held a peculiar place in his heart, twisted as that love may have been.” Each word carried the weight of centuries lost and battles fought; I could see the shadows of memories flickering in Kaden's eyes.

Lucrezia wailed loudly and dropped to the floor with her eyes on her dying father. Her father must have used her, but he has only always thought of what was best for her. He never meant any harm to come on her way. If his father had truly cared about his business more than her, he wouldn’t have betrayed Eros and tried to save her from his hands. Her father might have been a vile greedy man, but he has always been a great loving father and a husband. Just right in time, Pietro’s forces arrived. Pericles came in holding a gun in his hand along with his backup.

Mora's breath hitched, her body betraying her attempt at control. "Mmm," she threw back her head and moaned. "Tell me about Cleon, will you?" Kalaril spoke in hushed tones. In that moment, it hardly mattered to Kalaril if she had always been that readily available, or it was just him. He was just thankful she was making it a lot easier for him. "Ugh. What's there to say about that bore?" Her words dripped with sexual frustration. "Cleon is a son to my late father's brother. He hates us all - thinks my father somehow, had something to do with his father's death. And let me tell you, he's positively thrilled my father is struggling with having an heir. He surely can't wait to be Alpha."

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from above. Morpheus was startled, looking around, only to gradually make out a figure in the mist. "Morpheus, do you want to kill me again?" Morpheus stood there, stunned. He felt as though someone was stripping his bones and tendons away. Patricide was probably the most agonizing thing in this world. He was supposed to share blood ties with this man, yet he had to aim a gun at him. Morpheus' lips quivered. After a while, he finally uttered that word, "Father..."

*“That child will die, my daughter will marry the crown Prince and I will finally overthrow those self-righteous bastards!” The weight of his words finally hit her. This was Lady Briseis’ father, Lord Stevano, the man responsible for her parents’ deaths.

He was a father who simply cared about his daughter. "Honestly father I am happy. All my life I knew you were still alive and that there was a reason why you sent me away. But father I worry about Hector. He lost his mother, his grandfather would rather busy himself with is mistresses and illegitimate children, and his father is still in Gaul fighting off the savages. He has only us as family."

As soon as he emerged victorious, he murdered Cassius, your father. There was no creature Cassius couldn't defeat with his bare hands. He was no match for Cassius strength, for Cassius came from a descendants blessed by the moon Goddess herself. But Cassius was no match for Rofus' cunning. In the end, Rofus poisoned him with an evil potion and lied, claiming that he was killed by an unworldly beast. You, are his son! History is repeating itself, and you are the true king of the Lycan kingdom."

"WHAAAT!?" A voice boomed through a manor in the City of Darkness, shaking the halls and the nerves of the men in the room. "I-I- I said y-your eldest son.. I-Is dead my lord... Killed by the human he was tracking." The soldier gave the man his response unwilling to meet his eyes. The lord in question was none other then Lord Ventriel Trost. Head of the Trost family, Tars and Berek's father. Lord Trost glared at the soldier, his ruby red eyes burning with rage.