Patroclus Father Novels & Stories

Now, seeing them beside each other, there’s no denying that Bradley was a spitting image of Hektor. "My son," Hektor whispered, his voice filled with a bittersweet blend of longing and regret. "I never knew...I never had the chance to be there for you, to protect you. But from this moment on, I promise to make up for the lost time. I will be the best father you deserve. We won’t be separated again. Ever.” As Bradley's tears mixed with Hektor's, their shared emotions spoke volumes about the powerful bond they had discovered as father and son.

I cried for him when he told me his story. My father went by Andro Konstantinos, but that was not his full name. His full name was Alessandro Konstantinos Drivas; the last-born son of King Argo Konstantinos Drivas. My father’s family was killed after his father tried to kill the king after he had promised to aid him. His house was attacked, and my father’s older brothers were killed. His stepmother, King Dmitris’ sister, was imprisoned, and she was later exiled.

Glancing at each other and wiping their tears, Jonathan finally asked, "What do you mean? Whose father?" Krulisa's eyes shifted from one to another. The smile on her face dropped to a serious look. "That man I had ordered you to kill, the one who was taking shelter on the mountains. His name is Hector. Hector Cross. He is the father of the Cross sisters." It felt like the world was trembling before them. None of the words sounded real at the moment. Their legs felt numb and weak, expressionless faces. Tears ran from their eyes as they realized what they had done.

“Are you serious? How could he and my father be the same person? You must be pulling my leg. There’s nothing that links them together.” “War Legate Achelous, a name taken from the Achelous River, the largest river in Greece. Are you sure your father died from an illness? According to history, War Legate Achelous died at the hands of Luposians.” Nadine shook her head. “Mother said he died from an illness, but there’s no proof of that. I heard from others that my father was very healthy and died very suddenly. Plus, I’ve looked into many hospitals and none of them have any records of treating my father for any illnesses, which is why I’m sure Mother is lying to me.”

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.

He wanted to take his anger out on someone, and his father seemed like a suitable target. “I never claimed we were the last Lycans. There are others but they would never cross the borders of our land. That’s why I didn’t need to tell you about them. None of them would stand up to you.” Pantheon, Marcus’s father, was not intimidated by the anger he heard in his son’s voice. He didn’t even care about his accusation. Marcus was always explosive and moody. They raised him that way. The fact that he claimed the throne by force impressed his father. He went after what he wanted, which made Pantheon proud of his son.

Triston looked at him with a slight frown of worry etched across his eyebrows and the skin of his forehead furrowed. Anyone who didn't know his father, the Alpha Ardon Valtor of Elyria would see him now and look past his well built and muscular body and think of him as a man weak and consumed by grief, and maybe it was for this reason that he never allowed this part of him show, not even to him, his own son.

Hera said when Matteo shared about his childhood memories with his father. That made him go quiet for a moment. Hera noticed that. But before she could open her mouth and say anything, he beat her to it. "My father's name is Eugene. He is the best father i could ever ask for. But he is no more. He was killed when our enemies attacked the Vitiello mansion. He was there that night along with my uncle Marco. So many lives are lost that night. I was there as well. I saw everything that happened. We were still young to kill anyone. But that night changed our lives forever. Nero Vitiello is Luca Vitiello's son. I am sure you must have known about that" he asked.

The thought turned Brock's stomach and filled his mouth with a foul taste. There had been rumors when he was growing up that his father had been a traitor. The men he'd claimed had been his closest friends from the other Scottish clansthe Campbells, the MacLeods, the Stewarts, the MacKenzieshad all lost fathers and brothers years ago in an attempted uprising. Just days before they'd planned to go to Edinburgh to rally support for their cause, they'd vanished in the night, every one of them. Only his father had survived, and finding himself alone, he soon abandoned his fight.

Father says with a sneer and I feel my fingernails lengthen. "You tried to have my son murdered, and my ex-mate was partially behind it," Patrick growls and Father shrugs as if the information shouldn't be upsetting. "Like I said, water under the bridge. My plan failed. Your son lived. And he stands here today proving his mother has some value because we both know his strength didn't come from you," Father says egging on the angry Alpha. "You son of a bitch," Patrick growls as he lunges towards my Father.