Patroclus X Achilles Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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

Hector said firmly. "What is more precious than love, Father?" Alex asked sadly. Hector smiled slightly. "Peace, Alex. Peace in this world. What once rested on the shoulders of your ancestors now rests on yours, Alex. After all, you are a descendant of the Clan Achelon." Alex fell silent at Hector's words. He realised that Hector was right. Lucius was the enemy they had to stop. Lucius was the cause of all the chaos. "All right, Father. I'll do as you say." Alex said in a firm voice.

Achilles' eyes flared up with anger when he realized that the edge of his lip got a cut. The battle between the five men and Achilles continued. The cries of the people present were replaced by shouts and joy. It's like they're watching a boxing match and punches in the air every time Achilles hits the opponents. Katerina noticed that a particular man got up and planned to stab Achilles again so she didn't think twice to pick up a piece of wood and hit the man on the back of the head. He fell to its knees and completely fell to the ground.

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 teased him, “Your Sister Xyris did it out of concern about you. If anything happens to you, your Sister Xyris will not be able to get married.” “Achilles, do you have a death wish?” Xyris glared at Achilles and unceremoniously gave his chest a fierce punch. The force from that fist caused Achilles great pain. “Xyris, you tigress! You deserve never to get married!” Achilles held his chest and cursed a little angrily. “I dare you to say one more word?” Xyris raised the jar in her hand. Achilles’ pupils shrank fiercely. He did not dare to say another word after that.

Achilles, the War God of the Ancient Divine Clan, who was recognized as the number one expert in the West, could be called this name to prove how powerful he was. There were many clansmen from the Divine Clan, but this was the only one named Achilles. Before the old master of the Evans Family could make a move, a sword light overwhelmingly came at him. The next moment, the figure of the old master of the Evans Family flew backward. "You're just an ant. You're courting death." A cold voice came from the void. The old master of the Evans Family was scared out of his wits. It was true that he wanted to show his loyalty, but he would never have intended to do it at the cost of his life.

The loyalists swarmed me, a relentless tide of steel and flesh that forced me back, their numbers a suffocating, overwhelming weight that was impossible to resist. And I was faced with a terrible, soul-crushing choice. The old Hypatos, the Spartan, the cold, calculating warrior who had sacrificed everything for duty, would have picked up the sword. He would have let her go, a necessary casualty in a war that was bigger than both, a painful but acceptable loss in the pursuit of a greater good. He would have hardened his heart, buried his pain, and continued the mission, his duty to House Ares, to Androkles, to the future of Olympus, a sacred, unbreakable oath that transcended all personal fee

You just wouldn’t stop killing. Lykaon reached for his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. ‘Hush boy. You did the right thing, all of you. I’ll be at peace now…’ Cyparissus & Cyanippus helped their siblings over to where their father and brother were. King Lykaon was gone, but Arcas was still clinging to the last thread of life. He had a gash across his chest that was just too deep to recover from. Elatreus pressed both hands over it, trying to stop the bleeding. He bit his lip, holding in his grief.

Angela:As you say (as her and minos take queen Elvina to the bedroom) On Uranus news of the fall of Neptune had finally reached there and the king called a war summit Achilles (king of Uranus):General we have heard about the recent attacks on neighboring planets by that cryptoian kataros what do you suggest we do Lucan (commander of Uranus troops):I suggest we send for tropias our strongest warrior we all know he is as strong as kataros they both trained together on crypton and maybe he could possibly stop kataros

Patroclus was a calm man, who never raised his voice, no matter how bad things were, but Charilaus could hear his Father raise it loudly, telling whoever it was that he would not do such a corrupt thing to anyone in such a manner. The other man whose face Charilaus could not see in the darkness of the night said that Patroclus was being silly. For a man like him who knew that Renatus was a city who did not care for anyone except those who struggled to fight for themselves, he was being very stupid in not wanting to take from it. But it all fell on deaf years, for if there was anyone who was full of purity and justice, it was Patroclus. It had been that night when Charilaus returned to his Ch