Roman Mythology Family Tree Novels & Stories

I glance at myself one last time before smiling at the beauty I'm staring at. Oh….a little introduction before anything else. Hi, I’m Fiorella Vincenzo Romano. I’m the first triplet daughter of the Romano family, and the daughter of Vincenzo Romano… even though I have other daddies. A faint smile curls on my lips because I love being Vincenzo Romano's daughter. Just like my father, I’m controlling. I’m a control freak, an arresting, unfair beauty. I'm aged twenty-two, and raised in power, blood, wealth, and secrecy.

Every CEO needed a trustworthy advisor and Roman's family has been a long line of trusted advisors for the Da Stephano family from generation to generation. My family would sometimes sponsor the Ruse sons into the university to become doctors or attorneys just to serve my family. It's a pretty tough chain. With a swift move, I pick up and speak. "Roman." "Get your ass down to the diner now." Roman, always straight to business. Which makes me wonder if he even had a life outside of being a loyal servant to the Da Stephanos. "Did I do something wrong now, mom?" I tease him, a smug grin cross my lips.

My fingers traced the words carefully, absorbing every detail. The original lycans had formed their own clans, conquered kingdoms, and named themselves according to their bloodlines. These names represented each lycan family, passed down through generations. There were seven ancient lycan families in history. Korvus. Stormbringer. Drakon. Vandros. Blackwood. Bloodstone. Darkfire. I ran my fingers down the page, my breath catching when I traced a familiar name. Blackwood. I followed the lineage chart, my eyes widening as I reached the end.

The sentry flailed uncontrollably as she shook, and his extremities were flung around with absolute violence. His neck broke with a loud SNAP, at which point she dropped his bleeding corpse on the ground. While the wolf charged at a third opponent, Lucifer went straight for a sentry closest to hir. Ze swatted the pistol out of his grip and tossed it to the other side of the room. Without skipping a beat, ze threw a flurry of elbows and knees at his upper body, which left numerous dents and cracks on his armor. “How about Lupa,” said Lucifer as ze dismantled hir opponent. “She was the she-wolf who discovered the twins Romulus and Remus. She raised them, kept them safe. Then when they grew up,

I said in a raspy voice. Greta gave a nod. “Rumors are circulating. mainly whispers. There was just one family that long before the council was established. The First House, the creators of all things. Their lineage was exterminated. Or so the belief was and some think that The Bloody Vultures came out from them.” Julio got up slowly. “So, Abraham Moretti is from that lineage, no wonder he is daring.” I looked up at him. “So what now?” “We wait and then we find who your real father is “

he strolled down the trail. Warren kept pace beside him, "So why didn't my dad tell me about his side of the family?" "Our family believed in the fantastic. My mother, your grandma, was a Wiccan priest. Your grandfather, Georges's father, died in a car crash when George was six. Shortly after, Twyla Vandal met Liam Tagma. He was a career soldier." "My grandma Vandal is a descendant of Troy?" It surprised Warren at first until he remembered the first eidolon belonged to Helen of Troy. It made sense a woman would carry the heritage.

“Tell me now. I'd hoped that it was just a silly rumor, but now, I know better. You cannot hide him from me, I will find him eventually, so you may as well just tell me who he is.” Roman didn't have Priestess blood in him. One day, Myra had asked the question to him herself, and he gave his own honest response, delving into his family tree. It turned out that one of his ancestors had interbred with a human, and so they weren't pureblooded werewolves in the recent branches of his family. He could shift and all, but there were certain restrictions to his abilities that other werewolves from pureblood families didn't have. All the more reason why the Sisterhood wouldn't allow her to be with him

And then he began. "Your brothers ruled with an iron fist. Hector, the eldest, led with cruelty and brute strength. There was no strategy, only force. Humans… were cattle. Resources. Tools. Synx was the only dissenting voice." "Because of Romã," I murmured. "Romã was her chosen one. A human. And because of that, he was hated. Hector was the first to rise against them, and he was killed by Romã himself, who fought to defend Synx. A mistake."

Although a bit shocked, the pressure everyone’s eyes weighed upon me had me take it without hesitation. “Honorem mihi fiere coniugis vultis?” I SOAKED my head deep in the waters as my mind drowned in its own sea of thoughts. Lost and eyes closed, I let myself sink in the vast, wide oceans of Iunae Lumen. Valentin-Octavian Lineage is a prominent bloodline, families of vampires circa 1517. Founded by Lucius Octavian and Aurelia Valentin, a legacy that our ancestors managed to preserve through the centuries. The tradition of marriage between these two families is strictly followed, and all of us are well-educated enough about that. It’s just that it never occurs to me that the one I will marry

As soon as he emerged victorious, he murdered Cassius, your father. There was no creature Cassius couldn't defeat with his bare hands. He was no match for Cassius strength, for Cassius came from a descendants blessed by the moon Goddess herself. But Cassius was no match for Rofus' cunning. In the end, Rofus poisoned him with an evil potion and lied, claiming that he was killed by an unworldly beast. You, are his son! History is repeating itself, and you are the true king of the Lycan kingdom."