Novel & Cerita Danmachi Familia

I just couldn't hold back anymore. I felt so hurt but my heart was hurt even more.. “ Of course…” Damian calmly answered and I pounced at him angrily.. “you're a monster! I hate you so much!” I kept punching his chest ignoring the fact that he was injured… He grabbed my hands and stopped me from hitting him.. “You're the one to talk… What do we call your fathers who sold my family's information to the Yakuza in Japan and my entire family ended up getting burned alive while I was made to watch?” Damian was also angry as he spoke as I was at a loss of words..

“What is it?” “It’s a long story.” Dax had a complicated expression. After a sigh, he said slowly, “To tell you the truth, I’m also from an ancient martial family.” Andrius’ eyes widened. That was truly unexpected. Could Dax’s family be one of the four great martial families in Kiyoto? Dax continued, “However, many years ago, because my father violated the family rules, our branch starting from my father was expelled from the Fuller family. “Although our last name was changed to Wimbleton, we still carry the bloodline of the Fuller family.

Papa sighed while testing the pasta. “Okay. Good. I think she’ll be good for you and Chesed. She obviously won’t take his shit.” I hugged his arm. “You’re okay with this?” He asked. I cocked my head, strands of my dark brown and red falling over my eyes. What an odd question for him to ask. “Are you crazy? Of course, I am. André is too. All we’ve ever wanted for you was to find your mate, Papa.” I smiled. “Did someone mention the most fabulous of the D’Amore family?” André boldly called out with a bright smile on his lips.

“He’s not yours, Thea. He’s OURS. We both made him. We made him together in an act of love, not violence, and he is to be raised with love, not violence. Do you understand?” “Yes.” Brown or blue, her eyes were mesmerizing, brilliant with raw emotion. He’d thought Thea was everything he’d ever wanted. He’d thought they’d be able to grow old together. “From now on, there is no 'yours' or 'mine',” Damiano continued roughly. “There is only 'ours'. There is only one family. And that is the Chiaramonte family.” She nodded her head jerkily. “Aright.”

He winked a yellow eye at me, then flung his head back, loosing a guttural howl. In the coming hours, Damien's turned into a volunteer front. Apparently, his Italian family ties expanded beyond the human meaning of the word- his extended familia literally had a pack mentality. He sent third and fourth cousins to scout out supernatural neighbors. Stylish nieces shifted into snow white wolves that could pass for overgrown dogs.

Sira grasped Damian's hand tightly. After years of being abandoned by Mario's family, Sira was finally able to meet them again. Damian stroked the back of Sira's slightly trembling hand. He knew she wasn't ready to meet Mario and his family. The shadows of the past haunted Sira, holding back the pain that made her at the same time disgusted if she had to meet them again.

he mused aloud. Liam nodded. "She earned it, sir. Her martial prowess is legendary. They say she’s never been defeated in battle, and her leadership during the city’s darkest times is part of what secured the Fang family’s place among the Greatest Families." Liam frowned, his expression clouded with a hint of unease. “There’s one more family that’s considered one of the Greatest Families, but it’s a bit of an enigma.” Danial leaned forward, his interest piqued. “What do you mean by that?”

The Royal Lycan’s and their Wolf shifter family. The true rulers of the supernatural realm. For the first time all day, I saw fear in the enemy. Real fear. Because they weren't fighting warriors anymore. They were fighting a family. A family united. A family blessed by the Goddess. A family with nothing left to lose. And that made us the most dangerous force on the battlefield. Damon's POV