Rogue Parents Novels & Stories

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..."

He nodded. " Um... the truth is...I was never really a rogue." I started. Phoenix frowned, " My father was the Beta of Snowfall pack. He met my mother when, him and Alpha Gage went to one of the packs in Ireland. He brought her back to his pack and married her. Then after a year, they had me.

Not that my life has been rosy before, but since I turned 18 everything has become exponentially complicated. My parents died during a rogues attack defending me while my brother fought with them to protect the pack. I was only 13 years old. Michael was 16 at the time. I was just a kid. Nobody understands that. We don't come from an ordinary family, mom and dad were beta of the Golden Moon pack but it wasn't enough to deal with the flood of rogues that attacked us that day. Everyone loved them and everyone hated me because they couldn't focus on the attack because of me. I lost everything that day. I lost my parents, I lost my brother, my social status, my friends, my home ... absolutely eve

Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever Numerous stories about rogues being killed for no reason just because they had no pack to run to for help were rampant and I would never wish such for my Aiden. "Mum, tell him." I turned to my mother but my mother looked like she was in full support of her husband. That was the problem I had with my mother. She was always in support of whatever decision my father made. It was sickening. "You won't tell me what to do, Adelia! I'll not have my pup be with that . . .that thing!" My father looked like he couldn't find a good word to classify Aiden. It made my heart sink at how low they thou

I have started a lie too late for the truth now. “The rogue’s numbers have significantly increased, it seems that wolves like the idea of a non-traditional pack”, snarling in disgust he began pacing back and forth. “Apparently his quite handsome and charismatic”. “Father, there is no way The Rogues will ever outnumber our pack” furrowing my brow in confusion. I had never seen my father this nervous about a rival pack, the Red Crescents had always been the largest pack in the southern hemisphere, as one of the five original werewolf packs our bloodline was royal, and the pack was one that garnered respect.

Moving my legs over the edge of my bed, I sat up straighter and grabbed my jeans, before pulling them on. The dream bothered me a lot over the years because my own mother was a rogue before my father took her in. But he'd changed over time. He'd grown brutal and learnt to raise his hand to me and my mother until I silently began to loathe him with a passion, but respected him out of duty to my future pack.

He could have sensed my emotions cause he releases his shoulder after a few seconds and continues. " I saw them dying in front of me. I-I," he pauses and inhales a deep breath," I couldn't do anything to protect them. They were my everything, the day I lost them. The same day my own pack members threw me out of the pack, leaving me to be a rogue wolf. They were the same people my mom and dad fought for, protected, and whatnot," I grasp to hold back my tears. " I was fine with it because I stopped caring the moment I lost my parents. They were my only family. So, becoming a rogue wolf wasn't that difficult facing my pack members again would have been," Ros chuckles bitterly.

His father, Beta Dani, and the top officials of this pack agree to accept the five rogue children. "You two." Orlan pointed at the two rogues standing in front of him. The two rogue children looked at Orlan with fear; they knew Orlan didn't want to accept them. "I will ask one more time." Orlan walked over. "Do you want to take revenge on us because we have executed your parents?" The two rogue kids shook their heads. "No, Alpha. Our parents have committed a crime. We actually want to thank you all because you all have found our parents," replied one of the rogue children.

"Perhaps. Shit, the whole thing is so messed up. I haven’t slept well in weeks with all the continued attacks on our pack. Kyra is joining the fight about half the time, which worries me. I know she can fight like no one else, but these rogues don’t fight like we do. They don’t have any rules or morals. I’m sorry for dragging your brother and parents into this. I can’t let them leave yet; it’s too dangerous. But your dad doesn’t seem to mind; he’s enjoying the beach house, and your mom is hanging out with my mom all the time." I liked that my parents were having a little break from our pack, although I wish they were somewhere more safe. I didn’t agree with Ari’s opinion about rogues, though