Rogue Parents Novels & Stories

At first, I had to rub my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right because there was no way that I was in Thorne’s room, the cruel Rogue King— My father’s enemy. Thorne Frost, the cruel Rogue King ruled with an iron fist. He was young and yet, he held the world in his palm and made everyone do his bidding. The only person that never succumbed to his intimidation was my father and that was when the Cold War between them started. Thorne gave him sleepless nights both in the werewolf world and the business world. It got so bad that my father banned the members of his kingdom from ever having anything to do with anyone from Thorne’s territory.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

Lucianne processed this before she asked uneasily, “So…unlike Ivory’s situation where his mate is NOT associated with him in formal documents, the suppliers are rogues as spouses?” Greg nodded in confirmation before he added, “And some have rogue children, My Queen. No parent wants their kids to end up in an orphanage, brought up by creatures who’ll tell them that their parents are traitors who never cared what happened to them.” Lucianne instinctively glanced at Alissa, whose eyes fixed on the ground as she stared into space, no doubt thinking about her triplets again. Xandar turned Lucianne around. His hard gaze penetrated into her eyes when he mind-linked her, ‘Baby, there comes a point w

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

“You butting into matters that are none of your business. You think screwing around with him for a few days gives you the right to talk back at me? You're just a sl*t. Now I understand why your parents named you Jade.” Jade balled her palms into fists as she stopped moving backward. She stared right at him as she spoke, selecting words she knew would fuel his rage. “Good for you. Because I don't understand why your parents didn't give you a name that fits your personality. But, then again, it's hard to think of just one name that describes you. Rogue, scoundrel, scallywag, wastrel, degenerate, rascal... Oh, I think I got it; devil. That's the name your parents should have given you.”

"Yeah. It did not matter if I kicked and screamed and begged. It was the only way I could pay for whatever favours I got. And I was to proud to go back to my father and bend to his wishes. I guess in some way I wanted to show him I could survive on my own. Micheal found me one day on the streets, or rather, he caught me. I was trying to steal his wallet. I don't know why but he took an interest in me. Helped me survive on the streets. I refused his offer of going to stay with him though. I wanted to prove a point to myself. When I was found on the streets by a friend of my mom and returned home, I had a lot of rage and trauma in me and no way to express it. My father never bothered with ther

“Considering the original rebellion happened so long ago, how does one become a Rogue? Is it solely by bloodline, or something else?” Rose shifted, settling in to think. “The foundation of my Rogue status traces back to my grandparents; they were indeed part of those initial ‘rebels,’ though I confess I possess very little knowledge regarding that era’s politics,” she explained. “My mother was categorized as a Second, a term we used much like your traditional pack utilizes generational distinctions.” She paused, offering the final, crucial detail: “My mother conceived a child fathered by one of this very pack’s soldiers. However, she maintained absolute secrecy regarding the pregnancy and un

I listened through the schoolroom windows while scrubbing floors, teaching myself math until I could calculate numbers faster than the noble kids sitting at the desks. They treated me like trash, but inside my own head, I belonged to no one. "You arrogant rat!" Mara raised the whip again, her arm shaking. "I'll teach you a good lesson on behalf of our Alpha, right now!" The whip came down hard. Riven, my wolf, spoke inside my mind. 'Drop the bottle! Let her hit it! Rook will break her jaw if she smashes one million dollars!' 'Rook won't listen to a servant,' I responded. 'He'll just say I dropped it on purpose and try to frame her.'

" Anyway. He eventually tracked me and was closing in on me very fast. I started to run as fast as my legs could carry me and that's how I bumped into your father. He took me and brought me to Rogue town and I tell you this place was majestic and glorious." " Yeah, I can still see that," I said and she sighed. " Before, I used to hate Rogues because of what I was told about them. They said they were murderers, wolves with no loyalty, and trust me - it was true. But when your father got denied of his birthright just because he spoke against certain unfair laws he became a Rogue and learned to fight fiercely at the hands of a Rogue king. But he also didn't like their ways. Most of them were ki

Someone who had not spent a lifetime being a rogue. My father had been the Rogue King, before my twin brother Eric killed him and took over as the Rogue King. A rogue was a wolf who did not want to be a part of a Pack or had been kicked out of a Pack for some reason or other. Others were born into it. As the Rogue King’s daughter, I was born to be a rogue. It was our family’s legacy. Rogue royalty, I think with a sarcastic chuckle.