Roman Mythology Family Tree Novels & Stories

“In the library. Cas and I have been looking at possible other monster lore from the area trying to get a lead on what’s killing the wolves. We grabbed this by accident. It’s our family tree right?” “Yes, Cas told me your theory. It’s not a bad one, though it is unlikely…good of you to do your part though. And yes, it’s our family tree. Well, mine specifically. Did you know the Wyntor bloodline can be traced all the way back to the first wolves?” He opened the pages and began to flip through. “These images are all monsters from our lore that the Wyntor wolves are said to have defeated. I can’t prove it but it’s the stories my dad told me, and his father told him and so on…” He sounded though

Yes, life would never be quiet for anyone. Romini grew up to have six siblings and Led the Silver Lycan Pack at the age of nineteen, although his parents were not dead. Raven and Dominic stepped back to assist Brigid with the work needed to do with the Dream Realm and raise Romini’s siblings. Brigid and Het’ Tur’s eldest had Lothe and his sister Sylla. A decade after Romini took control of the Pack. His sister Ella came to him seeking to create her own Pack and the dream of a royal bloodline became a reality.

With her golden flawless skin and piercing blue eyes. I dry my hair and pull it up off my neck and in to a high ponytail. A quick swipe of mascara and some lip balm, and I’m ready to go. I stand and move to the full-length mirror in the walk in and get a good look at myself. I look just like her. There is no denying mine or Andros’s connection to the Romano family. The members of the Romano family all have the same eye and hair colour. A gift from our nonno. The original Don of the Romano family, the position my madre was supposed to take before she fell for my papa.

It then ran again as fast as it could until it could see the outline of the rocks that stood over the spring-fed pond. This was where the wolves, true descendants of the she-wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus, the founders of Ancient Rome, held their meetings. The story of their origin had come to them unfiltered over the years from Alpha to Alpha, as the first task of a real Alpha was to tell this story word for word, and it goes thus—

a small, elderly man questioned as he walked toward them. Reynard Carvin, an eighth-tier Slaughter Knight and the strongest member of the Carvin family, had close ties to Augustus. The Carvin and Campbell families were also among the closest of the Seven Great Families. Of course, this closeness was relative—while the Seven Families intermarried for generations, there were internal power struggles, yet at the root of it, they were still one family, all descended from a shared ancestor. Meryl, wielding a massive axe, stood before Logo like an iron tower, offering a sense of security.

A stranger, a man whom she had never seen before. Her eyes roving around and appraising him from head to toe, she quickly marked out his physical appearance. Starting from his neatly cut hair which was a dark shade of brown, to his broad chest and sturdy length Daciana noted that the smiling stranger was quite handsome, not that she felt any pull to him or whatsoever. Nevertheless she reciprocated his smile, as she heard him say, “Hello there, I am Ralph Romulus, son of Fenris Romulus and the gamma of this great clan.”

It was out of date, the youngest generation consisting of Ulf, Daciana and Kalliope D’Arcadia. Kalliope was my aunt’s name; Lykos had to be her mate’s family name. That meant that Daciana had to be my mother’s name and Ulf was my uncle, the king of the lycans. With my mother and cousin dead, if Ulf had no children of his own, that could make me the sole heir of The Vὅlsung. The pages traced my bloodline back several generations, but none of the names of my ancestors matched with any helpful history.

I was ignored, excluded, punished without reason, and made to feel that every breath I drew was an offense. Every day was a lesson in survival. Every word I spoke was measured. Every move I made was watched. And still, the alliances long promised by my great-grandfather to the Romanos, the deals my father made to continue them… they all involved me. I was a pawn in a game I had no understanding of, a tool to cement power, wealth, and family ties that meant nothing to me. The Romanos were a wealthy and powerful Mafia family — Adrian Romano, Alessandro Romano, the Romano family. Their names had floated around me for as long as I could remember, tied to my father's ambitions, tied to contracts

She vowed to Eulisses and Paige. “Hi, Wendy… Let me introduce you to my family from the Royal Pack: my brother Romeo and his Luna Stella, Nate, and Rose, Betas; Corey and Elliot, Gammas and Morgan and Marcy, head warrior and half-sister of Romeo.” Eulisses made the rundown swift and brief.

Hector said still teasing Fausta. The maid blushed "He learned that the society of the eagle was composed of 12 old families who were believed to have been the foundations of Rome and the Empire. The imperial family was once part of it." Fausta said looking at Trix. "and so was the house of Julian master Hector." She said with a grin at Hector who frowned in reply. "Do you mean to say that our families were behind all this?" Hector asked.