Patroclus Father の小説・ストーリー

Consider it your first task and your reward will be dependent on your success! As soon as his father left him, Hector rubbed his jaw with the tip of his thumb and forefinger, thoughtfully. He didn't care for either of this women, well enough to make them his Luna but his father was right, as long as the pack was concerned, his duty comes first. He was going to have to do as he had been mandated. And anyway, of he had to choose, then he would choose the person he had known since his childhood, than some random woman he didn't even know and with whom he had had no more intimacy but that crazy night when the both of them had had more than their share of drinks. He was going to ensure though tha

Lukan said. “I’m finding it difficult to believe all of these but if you say Beta Joshua isn’t the man he claims he is, then do you know who he is and where he comes from?” Jake asked. “A few years before the war, your father destroyed a famous rogue pack, obliterating the chain of command—or so he thought. Joshua was the youngest son of the rogue king and he was lucky to have been away on business when your father struck. So Joshua swore to take revenge for his father and he wormed his way into your pack.”

He spoke softly, "Franklin, in his youthful ignorance, committed a grave mistake involving the Eight-Armed Guardian—" His voice trailed off abruptly. Kratos, his elder brother, was a peak-stage Martial Overlord. Specifically, he was the Black Maple Organization's master. He raised his hand, asking Jackson to spare the unnecessary words. Then, hoarsely, he asked, "And him?" Franklin's body stiffened unexpectedly behind Jackson. He collapsed on his knees and crawled desperately toward Kratos, repeatedly bowing his head and sobbing, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I know my mistake now!"

— 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 heard the most surprising words from my Father. “Father! Why are you saying those words that too for the King of Velimar Kingdom who defeated us today in this war?” I asked him with shock evident in my voice. “That’s because he is lucky. After his wife Queen Hera left this world he didn’t have anything to lose so he is fighting with everything he has. He only have his Daughter to worry about who will not enter this war ground so his Kingdom will have his heir to continue the ruling even after we all die along with him.” Father explained.

The power rolling off him is potent, and I fight the urge to bow to him. “You know who I am, boy?” he asks, and I gulp and shake my head. “No, sir, I don’t,” he chuckles, and Gaia watches us. “You have his and her eyes. No matter, you have come here for something, so let me introduce myself to you,” he says and I think, my eyes they are similar to Asteria’s and Poseidon’s. “My name is Kronos. I am the father of Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus.”

His father. He stood in a dark suit, hands clasped behind his back. Expression as cold as a scalpel. “Retrieval when she is of age.” A scientist nodded. “She’ll be placed with the target guardian as discussed.” My father. My real father. The man who died. The man they killed. A stamped seal on the bottom of the page. A crest I knew too well. House Moretti Valerio’s family. His bloodline. His legacy. His empire.

In fact, he looked like me! “Not Andreadis, he is Felixe Georgiou, my son.” I gaped at Alpha Athos Georgiou for a minute. What the f*ck did he mean? How could I be his son? “I refuse to believe you. I am Alpha Achilles Andreadis’ oldest son and will always remain so. You can never be my father after the way you torched my family home, killing everyone. Not only that, you’ve attacked me and my loved ones at every step. You’re a criminal, not my father. A father can never harm his child the way you have harmed me.”

Maximoff’s tone was steady but filled with something deeper, something almost…regretful. “No.” Luca’s voice was barely a whisper, but each word carried an undeniable force. “You’re not. You’re Kieran’s father. My real father…he died a long time ago. He fell in a battle I led.” The memory of that day flickered in Luca’s mind—a day filled with blood, loss, and the pride of knowing he’d avenged his fallen father. Maximoff shook his head slowly, his gaze unwavering. “He wasn’t your real father, Luca. I am. The man you called ‘father’…he only took your mother in after she left.”