Roman Mythology Family Tree Novels & Stories

Tommy scratched his jaw a puzzled expression on his face, “Technically, everyone here is related one way or another but an extended branch does not carry the Salvatore name. Only direct descendants” Right, I remember reading that the Italian families can be traced back to a group of brothers from centuries back who started off the business before migrating to the United States occupying different territories as their seat of power. It makes sense but I try not to think so much about it because of the number of inter-marrying that occurs in our circles. But still, the whole extended thing branch.“Er.. I’m not sure I understand” I lean forward so he can take Caela as she now begins to squirm.

he said trailing off as if he remembered something, Ryan's frown got more deeper and deeper, he wasn't liking this feeling, this new feeling that his almighty dad was telling him, making him realize that there family Eros are not truly the most powerful. When the older male saw his son's expression he smiled and continued " If course our Eros household is strong, we are stronger than all the others and we can only be beaten up by this few households, they are ten in number to be precise, amongst all the them there are still the stronger ones, the most dangerous ones are those that have both bloodline traits and same body features, they have a unique blood that is being inherited from their g

"Isla." My skin crawled at the way he said my name. "Father." Jaxon's voice was ice. "This could all be so much simpler," Dante said. "Bring the children to the family estate. Let them be raised properly. With the resources and legacy they deserve." "They're being raised properly," I said. "By their parents." Dante's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Those children belong with family. Real family." "I am their family," Jaxon said firmly. "No," Dante replied. "You're weak. Like your mother was. But my grandchildren? They're Romano blood. They'll be raised right. With strength. With power. They'll learn what it means to be a Romano."

He was ready to send the man to the depths of hell if he had nothing to say. However, the man was still trying to recover from the ordeal he had just gone through. "A-zazel is the son of the old mafia family." The man said, in a shaky tone. His words caused Roman's eyes to narrow slightly. The old mafia family wasn't a new thing to him. Before his family became the ruling mafia family, the Vyron family ruled at that time. Until his grandfather, Bryce, appeared and overtook the mafia with his cunning tactics as a Werewolf.

"In conclusion, you and the Council don't seem to be on good terms. But even if you weren't, no one seems to trust you again. I mean, you couldn't even take out a weak omega properly. That being said, I think it's safe to tell you that Nebra and I are from the Vause family. Cleopatra's younger cousins and as surprising as it may sound, Freya is the youngest member of the main branch of the Vause family." "What is this? The last time I checked, this isn't the month of April." Sarah snorted. Neon's expression hardened as she hissed, "Do I look like a joker to you?" Sarah remained unconvinced. "The main branch of the Vause family only had three children. Two are dead. If I recall correctly, the

I’ve never heard about that before. “Well, except for only family spared the goddess to carry on the lineage of the lycans. They’re called the True family. The Imegro family.” Irene turns the book to me so I can see the picture drawing of the family, drawn just about fifty years ago. There in the middle of the man and woman stands Yulia, Rain’s mother. I stop breathing for a second as I watch her. A typical replica of Rain. Confirming this makes me wonder, is Mr. Hanks aware of what his dead wife was?

, he said and cleared his throat nervously. “I am Remusian. From The Kingdom of Remus. Remus means "twin raised by a wolf". Our ancestor, Remus was the twin brother of Romulus. They were both raised by a she-wolf and they both founded the city of Rome. My ancestors went and formed their own pack after they found traces of wolf characters in their body. They later found out they were not the only ones who were shifters.”, he began. “Shifters?”, she asked.

"The first one is Herbert Excalibur. I can tell from this name that he was born in the Excalibur Family. The second one is Jason, and the third one is Dennis." "The fourth one is Kevin Excalibur, also from the Excalibur Family, Herbert Excalibur and Kevin Excalibur? They are are brothers, aren’t they?" Looking at the list, Jason said seemingly seriously. "The fifth is Aldrich, the master of Babylon. The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth are from the four ancient families. As for the tenth, it is Charles." Jason glanced at the list and said with a smile, "Interesting." On the Divine List, there were two from the Excalibur Family, one of whom ranked first. It seemed that the Excalibur Family w

At the end, Aunt Valentina said, "You're wrong, Luciano. Actually, you have some family. A great one. I have promised to your mother not to tell you anything. However, now I don't think I can keep that promise anymore." "I have some family?" Luciano looked at Aunt Valentina in disbelief. "Yes, boy. You still have family. The Romano." Aunt Valentina smiled warmly at him. "'That' Romano." Aunt Valentina continued again. Luciano hardly believed this information if it wasn't Aunt Valentina who said it. 'That' Romano family. Oh my god. It turned out that he was a part of the most distinguished family in Italy! "Auntie didn't lie, right, didn’t you?" Luciano asked. His eyes lit up excitedly.

Deimon turned to stare at him, genuinely caught off guard, surprise flickering plainly across his face before he could smooth it away. "The mantle fell to me when my father passed during the war." Romulus continued, still unbothered, voice flat, distant. "I passed the trial by combat. Culled five of my own brothers in a death ritual to claim it." Deimon shot him a cold, measuring glare, something calculating behind his eyes. Typical savagery, dressed up as duty. He filed the thought away, pretending he hadn't heard those last words. A brief silence stretched between them, heavy and waiting, the water lapping softly against the pool's edge the only sound left standing.