The Originals Family Tree Novels & Stories

Inside, apart from the Patriarch from the Stoermer family in Michigan, Zayn, Zendaya’s mother, Carey, and his own father, Abel Coleman, and an uncle from the Coleman family from Missouri, was also present. The Patriarch from the Coleman family wasn’t present, but he had sent an uncle to represent him, as that was enough face given to the Stoermer family. This was because Michigan’s Stoermer family was just a branch of the Stoermer family. And as for the Coleman family, they were the real top-notch royals.

Zara sat straight, listening intently. “Decades ago,” Adrian began, his voice taking on the tone of someone recounting history, “the world was chaotic. Wars, corruption, powerful men doing whatever they wanted with no check and balance. So a group of the most brilliant minds, strongest warriors, and wealthiest families came together. They created a system behind the scenes to keep the world from destroying itself.” “They became the judges?” Zara asked. “And the executioners,” Adrian finished calmly. “But they also became the protectors. Your grandfather… your father’s father… he was one of the original founders. That is why your bloodline is so important. You carry the original DNA of this o

“Name’s Xander.” “Nice to meet you, Xander.” He looked genuinely touched. “And the others?” I asked, turning back to the older man—my father. “Dante’s the oldest. Then Antonio—he’s Xander’s twin. After that, the younger twins—Vincent and Ezaikel.” I blinked. “I’m going to need a family tree chart or something.” “Fair,” Xander said with a laugh. “It gets confusing, even for us.” My father smiled. It was small. Almost sad.

The Elders are in boxes with the Betas from the competing packs. First up is Vale and Nat of Sand Creek. “I’m torn,” Zach admits. “Why?” Jacks asks him. “It’s the cousin I was raised with and the nephew who doesn’t acknowledge me,” Zach says. “Nat is the grandson of my biological father, David.” “I’m sorry,” Jacks rubs his back. Zach looks up to see his half brother Elder Nate looking at him. They nod to each other, but nothing more. “I see the family resemblance,” Jacks says since Nate and Zach have the same chin, nose, and eyes.

The tree began with the grandparents of the journal’s owner, Johannes, who’d been an only child but sired enough children to more than secure the family name. By the time the family split in two, presumably around their immigration to America, Xavier had a feeling he knew where the line of names would lead. He tracked the Braun line down a few generations, unsurprised when one of the final names listed was ‘Victor Jonathan Brown.’ And when he finished tracing the Michaelis line, he already knew whose name would be listed at the bottom, ‘Xavier Mathias Michaels.’ “We’re related,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “Victor is descended from Alphas.”

Letitia said as she carried their difficult son around in circles while chasing away the family's new cat, which was scratching the couch in the process. Samuel brought the food out and arranged it in an orderly fashion on the table when it was ready. "You have a family tree?" he asked. My father is the one who tore up our family tree and threw it away many years ago because, in his words, "it was all feudal lust." Letitia positioned the infant on the chair at the dinner table and wrapped a unique bib around him before saying, "Your father was quite gender and hierarchical; otherwise, he would not have had to let you inherit the family business.""

Blake left the kitchen with a smile, and when he exited, he was met by Julie. “Blake, what did you mean that there are no branches in your family?” “My meaning is there are none. My grandfather is the only child in the Elon family of the Capital, and he is retired in the countryside. My father was his firstborn, making me the first and eldest grandson, and Sylvia is from my adopted third uncle’s family. My second uncle’s son is Jake Elon, the acting CEO of Elon Conglomerate in my stead.” Blake explained, but looking at Julie, all color escaped her face, and she was about to collapse if Blake didn’t capture her into his arms and carry her to the couch. Blake immediately placed spirit qi into

You see, my father is one of three great elders, the elders are the leaders of the entire vampire population and they are the strongest most powerful vampires there are, due to them being the oldest. The run home was fairly peaceful but agonising at the same time as I could feel my heart some what shattering as I got further and further away from her embrace. I was in a rush as the sun was rising and I was getting paranoid thinking a human would see me. Due to my dad being one of the elders, our family was classed as the originals and so we didn’t necessarily need daylight rings as we wouldn’t be destroyed by the sun, however we could still burn. I had left mine at my apartment so I needed t

Sera looked at her with an expression that was careful and deliberate, the expression of someone choosing how much to say. "Yes," she said. "Your mother's bloodline, our bloodline — is one of the original lines that built this territory. Not rulers. Not alphas. But builders. The families who came first and laid the ground that everything else stands on." She paused. "There are records in the territory archive if someone looks in the right place. Old ones. Your name will not be there — they would not have known about you. But your grandmother's name is there. And her mother's name before that." Rebecca sat with that.

"Seventy-four years old, still living, as far as the records show. She's the granddaughter of Elias's younger son — a branch of the family that split off from your line sometime around 1955, before the patent dispute even began. If the records are accurate, she likely has no idea any of this happened at all. Her branch left before the worst of it, moved out of the industry entirely, and from what I can tell, never kept much connection to whatever remained of Elias's story afterward." Wren sat with the printed family tree for a long time, tracing the branching lines with her finger, feeling the particular strangeness of discovering, on paper, an entire network of blood relations she'd had no