Patroclus X Achilles Novels & Stories

“Then we can really see who is better.” “Now they don’t stand a chance.” Alec chuckled. Achilles was considered one of the best war heroes in history. As far as I knew, Hades had him sign a contract for the sole purpose of training his son. While I wasn’t interested in Caleb or Hunter getting hurt, I wouldn’t mind seeing Achilles in action. “I’m game.” Caleb shrugged. “Hunter?” “Sure.” Hunter mimicked Caleb’s shrug.

“That man kept your son alive. That man fought beside him, bled beside him, stood beside him when no one else did. That man was the only constant in his life when everything else was falling apart.” She waves a dismissive hand. “You romanticize him.” “No,” I snap. “You diminish him. And that is your greatest flaw.” She lifts a brow, unimpressed. “My greatest flaw?” “Yes.” My voice is sharp, laced with something dangerous. “You stand there, acting as if you know what’s best for Valentine, but you don’t. You never have.” Her silence is deafening. I press on. “Achilles wasn’t just some reckless fool. He was his brother. He was—” I take a breath, my throat tightening. “He was my brother, too.”

Athesmos The First gave birth to a son whom he called Athesmos who was once great friends with Xrysos but now enemies. Chryses The Second gave birth to Xrysos The Third. ************ Drenched in sweat and blood he fought, falling more men than he could count his eyes continuously searching for those of his young lovers. This was an attack unexpectedly and it vexed the King greatly, the man was wroth beyond imagination but always very glad that he and his men are ever prepared. The fine Lord Athesmos has found his way into the very place the King was and for a moment there he stood and watched the man fight. He did nothing, just stood there and watched. The sight of the man burning him comple

“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.”

— 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

Not only had he died, he died to one much younger than himself, proving that Achilles could not use age as a factor to limit himself anymore. “But it seems it isn’t that soft yet,” Poseidon smiled cruelly as he swung his trident towards Heimdall. Heimdall’s eyes flashed brightly as he brought his arms before him, causing a shield to appear before him. With a massive roar he was struck by Poseidon’s trident and sent flying into a distant mountain. “Stay where you are,” Poseidon ordered Achilles as he levitated above the ground, a cloud of water beneath his feet. “Lord Poseidon! Let us help you! We too feel nothing but rage for the one who used the life of our lord as bait!” Achilles roared.

was all Achilles had to say in response. ​ Lady Briseis glared but, the doctors continued. “Now, from what we can scent, there is a resemblance in the scent of Lady Briseis and yourself, your highness, which ordinarily would indicate positive paternity however, we would also like to conduct a blood test if that would be okay?” Achilles nodded and the alchemist produced a blade and a goblet, Achilles sliced the palm of his hand and allowed the blood to spill into the cup, Lady Briseis did the same. The Alchemist swirled the blood in the goblet, combining them and started her low chant “Ab Dis,