Patroclus In The Iliad Novels & Stories

“My daughter doesn’t want them. She wants you. After everything I have done for you, I expect you to return the favor now when I need your help, Leandros.” “I am indebted to you, Alpha, but this is too high a price for me. I can give you anything else but this.” I hadn’t forgotten the way he had saved me years ago on the battlefield. King Iliad had joined hands with Aromania and we had fought the destructive ruler of Argyle in neighboring Albania. I was critically injured, and it was King Iliad who had rescued me that night. He brought me to his kingdom and nursed me back to health. That was how I met Dimitra!

"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

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

— 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

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

“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!”

I wasn't even sure my heart was beating. "Androkles?" She asked, unsure. Then her eyes widened. Her hand withdrew from mine, and she held both hands to her chest in shock. It had all finally clicked in her mind. The same Androkles Olympians whispered about and a name she probably heard more than once since arriving in the capital, often in distaste or fear. I'm Androkles, son of Nikos, son of the previous Lord Zeus, heir to Ares, the Destroyer.

He was happy, nonetheless. “Will you stay?” he held her arm, begging silently with his eyes. Those green eyes that reflected the light of the forest were dim now like the autumn leaves after the first frost. She obeyed, giving in. Perhaps in some other lifetime, she would’ve refused him, screamed at him, asking to face his battles alone, but somehow in this one, she couldn’t. Despite the war between her mind and heart, she wanted to follow him. She wanted to follow him like Patroclus followed Achilles to Troy, and everyone knows how that story ended.

It’ll flow down the bond to JoJo—and to Jacob. Odysseus calls back to us. “Come, friends. We’ve arrived.” Alexander can walk now, thanks to the energy flowing into him. It’s awkward—six people walking while touching him—but no one lets go. Not until JoJo is safe. At the second gate, another Hecatonchire stands guard. He looks like Briareus, just slightly smaller. Their conversation is thunderous, but limited to their uppermost heads. Odysseus explains, “That is Gyges, the middle brother. He’s not the brightest and more of a follower. He’ll do as Briareus tells him.”

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.