The Originals Family Tree นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I am happy that you came to escort me out of isolation. Quickly get up.” “Thank you, Third Uncle.” Excalibur only allowed Finley to stand up. He ignored Draken and the rest. This action made Draken frown. The Willow family was unfair all these few years. The Willow family was founded by Draken and Finley’s father, Kenny Willow, and under Excalibur’s help, they became the number one most prominent family in the north. After that, Kenny suffered from cancer and passed away. He was left with two sons, Draken and Finley.

“Go ahead, try to deny it. Try to deny the fact that you have Evelyn Slater locked away in a mental asylum, or that you had been friends with her and her husband, Violet’s father. Deny it, I fucking dare you.” “You’ve been busy, I see.” He pinched his lips together. “You have no idea. It’s funny, isn’t it? The daughter your mate had with another man, just so happens to be your son’s mate.” His jaw twitched, clenching against my arm. “Fate has been trying to bring the two Original families together for eons. That doesn’t mean it is meant to be.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh, you didn’t know. Your precious mate is the descendant of Serafine Cromwell.”

“I think your old pack actually are relation to them. I am wondering if they waited to see if you were mated to their son so they could get any abilities you had. Or if they even knew who you were. I assume so though.” No! Surely, my parents would have moved if they had known! “I started tracing family trees years ago and you process the characteristics that the book further explains were unique to the Abbott family. I wasn’t sure if you knew or if you were dangerous or not but regardless, I looked into your background. I believe you are the youngest family member remaining and it was from your father’s side of the family. However, there was documentation that your father had a half-brother.

It didn’t feel better at all! The family tree was complicated. Although all mafia families were complicated, Dawn wasn’t expecting his mother’s tree to be more complicated than his father’s. According to the informant, his father’s family only started expanding after meeting his mother. Before meeting Regina, Old Daniels was a regular hoodlum in charge of the small town they met in. He didn’t have many people under him and was happy playing tag with the local sheriff. He wasn’t a menace as much as a nuisance, and his jovial attitude brought smiles to many.

Over the course of my existence, I've encountered no shortage of those who would presume to speak of good and evil. Such terms mean nothing. My people, the ones I call family, my park members called me evil. I and my two other allies succeeded in ending their lives. Because the moon goddess blessed us, the Originals, with powers they didn't possess due to the long line of generations of wolves before them. The powers were limited from the generation to the next and while we multiplied, they had limited source to the acquired powers from we the Originals. And as such we saw us as a threat, to conquer every wolf there was to stand as a ruler. They killed my allies and brought death to my door

I held his gaze, my brows pulling together as unease started creeping in. “Remember what?” I pressed, my tone sharper now. He took a slow step back, folding his arms as he watched me, something almost mocking settling into his expression. “That bastard you’re running around with,” he began, his voice steady now, “his family was banished when we were children.” My breath caught slightly, but I didn’t interrupt him. “My uncle was Alpha then,” Logan continued, pacing slowly as he spoke. “His father served as Beta, and when my father took over after defeating him, their entire family was thrown out of the pack.”

“Let’s just eαt now.” He pouted α little‚ then nodded. “Okαy. But I’m gonnα show you the fαmily tree lαter. I remember how to drαw it. It stαrts with you αnd Grαndmα‚ αnd then Uncle Killiαn is under you‚ αnd then me.” Killiαn cleαred his throαt αnd sαt beside him. “How αbout you drαw it αfter dinner‚ chαmp?”

"My family. Going back generations." I glanced at Griffin and Jaeger before I joined my mate at the rough stone slab. I looked over her shoulder at the scroll. Sure enough, her whole family tree was written down on the thick, yellowing paper. Every name, starting with the founder of Moon Dance to Kaiya's birth had been recorded on the parchment. She looked up at me, her grey eyes wide and so afraid. “Why? Why my family?” “I don’t know,” I whispered. “They’ve cursed us,” she said.

“Mya. Stop. You don’t have to explain yourself to us. Not anymore.” She blinked, startled by the simple finality in his tone. Casey leaned across the table, eyes shining with mischief. “You don’t get it yet, do you? You don’t owe him anything. Or anyone.” Mya frowned, confused. “What do you mean?” Cameron leaned in, his voice carrying both warmth and gravity. “We’re the Cross family, Mya. Billionaires. Our father built an empire, and we’ve carried it forward. Everything he left—the businesses, the properties, the legacy—it belongs to us. To all of us.”

“Remigius-Ardehi-Tapachula are the tribes my forefathers originated from.” “Every generation born into my family were female. And so, they married the most powerful and influential demons in my world to ensure status and all we have gained stays within the family. I am the first male to be born in my lineage.” Ma’oz watched the human again, as she almost held her breath in anticipation. He could smell her excitement.