Rogue Parents Novels & Stories

Their child, born into a world free from the rogue threat, would grow up knowing the sacrifices made by their parents and the importance of unity and strength. troubling reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. They have grown bolder and more aggressive, posing a threat not only to our packs but to the entire region." A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike.

Rogue ruffled his hair. The boy moved back and made faces, "Don't call me cute. Only my mom can call me cute." Craning his neck up, Rogue laughed in my direction and said, "Now I seriously want to become his father and make more such babies with his mom." I couldn't stop the smile coming to my face. Rogue is a complicated man with a mind that works weirdly. The boy ought to have something special in him if it's making him say that. Otherwise he never talks about having kids or a wife.

" My darling ! You don't need to step up ! Go and stand back , let me protect you " His train of thoughts was broken by his father's loud cry and Rogue groaned . He turned to glance at his father who was rushing to his mother's aid narrowly missing a chunk of blazing boulder flying in his direction , Rogue caught his father by the scruff of his neck and pulled him back. In his opinion his mother was in no need of his father's help . Rogue looked at his mother , who was looking completely prim and proper without a lock of her hair out of place which was really something given she was holding a blazing boulder in her bare hands .

I was determined to learn everything about her and make her mine. “So, since you're obviously my little brother’s mate and my Luna, I want to ask you something important,” Jacob said seriously as he moved his horse toward Blackjack. “Ok,” Sloan said. “Why are you a rogue?” “My parents were part of a pack in Colorado that was disbanded because the Alpha didn’t have an heir. That was before I was even born. My parents stayed in that area and that’s where I was born and raised. It wasn’t anything bad, I just never had a pack,” she answered, and I could feel the honesty in her voice.

Feeling it was time for her parents to explain more of what happened, her parents explained about the rogue, his demands and why they still believe she can’t leave the Pack. “So, you did what this rogue told you do? You didn’t let me learn how to fight? You didn’t let me explore outside of this Pack because of a rogue?” she says starting to raise her voice. Her father quickly jumped in, “Don’t raise your voice at us Maddie, we are still your parents,” he says angrily.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“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 say. “You have been living as a Rouge since you were six?” Theo asks. “What is a Rogue?” I ask. “Your father is a rogue; it is a wolf without a pack. Why was he cast out?” Theo asks. “I do not know. I only know that it has something to do with my mother. He said a little bit about it when he was drunk, but he never told me everything, sorry,” I say.

He is a well-sheltered wolf. 'Why he sided to this rogues?' "Now…She was just ruining our mood here. It's time for her to see her beloved parent's show. Rogue, hold her tightly and let her watch how his parent's died." A were-rogue harshly grabs her, but she immediately clawed the rogue's chest resulting in his early death. 'None will mess up with my family or else death will be your sweet abomination.' TO BE CONTINUED…

Even though I hate to think it, the only reason that I know can make my mother cry if my dad is not dead is if he has been captured by rogues. Rogues are criminals. Unscrupulous beings. Angry and vengeful werewolves that have declared themselves independent from all laws. They attack packs to plunder, leaving maimed and murdered victims in their wake. And when they kidnap, they torture before asking their victim's family for ransom. I shudder with fear at the thought of my daddy in those animals' captivity. I doubt if he would survive two days. "Oh no! No! No! No!..." I find myself muttering to myself as I cry. "That is not the situation. You have to stay positive..."