The Originals Family Tree Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 “

I demanded. Rowan answered, pointing a finger at a lower branch of the family tree. "One of the families that helped them. The ones that opened the mountain trails, shared pack movements, and turned loyalty into currency." It was plain to see, the final piece of the trap. The bloodlines tied to the original betrayal, the ones every wolf in Black Hollow knew by heart, the ones what remained of my family had spent years trying to forget. A heavy pressure settled against my ribs, making it hard to draw a full breath. I stepped away from the table, needing physical space, needing air, needing anything except those ancient records.

He took another breath, longer this time, and when he continued, his voice was softer. “Before everything happened, my brothers and I were close.” I looked at him carefully, choosing to listen rather than interrupt. “Not perfect,” he said. “No family like ours is perfect. We argued, fought, challenged each other and sometimes disappeared for months when duty became too suffocating, but there was harmony. There was trust. Shadowfen had many branches then, not like now where so much power has been pulled inward for survival. My parents and Ayla managed the first old pack, the original heart of our territory, while Valerio, Asher and I oversaw a newer branch that had grown near the weaker edges

“Alright, one more time. Let’s go through each piece of paper, but this time, just look for anything that seems out of place or strange. Okay?” I groaned, flipping the stack of papers over and started from the top. After I was done with a sheet, I handed it to my right. Five pairs of eyes on everything had to turn up something—if there was anything to find. The first page was my family tree. My eyes roamed over it for what felt like the hundredth time. Me and Orion were near the middle, with room below us for several more generations yet to come. Bruce Vance was listed as our father, even though now I knew he wasn’t my biological dad.

She waited. “You see… they’ve been gone for a while. I don’t know where they went. The council said they’ve been recycled. But I know for a fact…” His voice faltered. “I know my dad’s an Original. So where are they? If you don’t mind.” He sank into a chair at the large circular table, tension bleeding from his shoulders. Destiny sat with him, her gaze calm but brimming with something unsaid. She didn’t want to anger him—she only wanted to bond with her great-grandson.

In the middle of spring. Static filled my ears as I ran for the door to my cottage. Slid inside. But I was too late. Too slow. The cloud was on me within a heartbeat. I inhaled. Made peace with the fact that I might just die here tonight. My first night. Fuck sake. Who was going to hunt for my family? Or find a decent enough job to buy food? Mother couldn't. She had to look after my father. My sister had her own family to think about.

Then, Caspian reached out and drew a few long lines on the ground. "Look! This is your Gibson family's ancestors," Caspian pointed at the source of those lines and then pointed to the branches, “the ancestors of your Gibson family continued their bloodlines for generations after generations, and your mother's family is also doing the same. After millions of years, hundreds of thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, from ancient times or beyond and then to the modern times, their bloodline is passed down from generation to generation. "

This seems more serious than what I thought, "Are we going to need the bourbon again?" Dad laughs, "It is serious but not in the same way. Come on, sit." "OK, what's with all the books and scrolls?" I take a seat on the sofa. Dad unrolls one of the scrolls. I look at it, and I see some names I recognize. Then I see mine, and I have two lines coming from my name, one going to Tate with an X through his name and one going to Gideon. It's a family tree—a really old one. "As you can see, it's our family tree. I want you to look carefully at all the daughters in the Alpha direct line." I look closer a few generations before dad.

I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food. Tyler says, "Since we're meeting the whole for the Christmas dinner, I'll give a little intro to them so that you won't feel left out." He grabbed the newspaper nearby and placed it in front of us writing that old man's name. Mr Anderson. "My grandfather has two sons Michael and Brooks and two daughters Charlotte and Olivia from his first wife. After the first wife passed away, he remarried and got a son, Issac and daughter Annalise from his second wife. My father's name is Michael and I'm the only child. Brooks has two boys and a girl who is Daniel, Diana, Levi. Charlotte has three boys Cooper, Theodore and james. Olivia has a girl Charmaine a

“To kill or save, the future cannot be delayed but history also cannot be denied” “Mom, what later happened to Amelia?” Marcus asked halfheartedly as he had begun to fall asleep after listening to his bedtime story “Amelia gave birth to three children which developed into the three major families we have in the clan now, the Fault family which your father belongs to, the Fillion family which I came from and the Fara family which your best friend Jasmine belong to.” Genevieve explained with a smile as she tucked her son into bed