Rogue Parents Novels & Stories

William came to stand behind Vera, resting his hands on her shoulders as she began to tear up. “Wait, my parents were part of a pack? They weren’t rogues?” I was absolutely floored. I was always told my parents died because they were part of an illegal attack. “Rogues! Who told you that?” Vera said angrily, and due to past experiences with Krista and the pain that usually followed her angry outbursts, I shrunk back in my seat for a moment. Elliott rubbed soothing circles on my back and everyone gave me a few minutes to gather myself and speak.

Every wolf has the right to get at you because you are your fathers daughter and regardless of how much you hate him, his blood runs through your veins. Dethro lost his mate during the last attack and what did I lose ,I saw your fathers army slit my fathers throat when I was five , I barely escaped with my life . And as for my mother, her wolf couldn’t take her mate dead and pulled her down with her and she died. I became an orphan at 6 and since then I have had to struggle for literally everything that I need . I’m so lucky that The Alpha decided to take me in because I was nothing without my parents and so if you want to act self righteous, this isn’t the right place for it.

My mother was killed by rogues, and my father went out of his mind. I felt a flood of pity for him. I had thought I was the only one alone, I wasn't; he had gone through so much, far worse than I ever imagined. "I'm sorry" "Don't be; I don't want pity," he said, his eyes hard. "Who are rogues?" I asked "They are wolves who lost their mates or lost something so precious that they let their wolf take over completely, their human emotions lost as they became mindless beasts that only find joy in destroying."

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

I whispered my vow. Somehow. Someway. Someday. “Holy Fuck, Seth,” An older man’s voice said in a panicked tone. “What in the god's name happened to you?” yep, I knew that voice, it belonged to Uncle Gary, Alpha, to the Scarlet Blade Pack. Even though we aren’t related by blood, I was just a newly born abandoned pup when he found me out in the woods, he was in his wolf form hunting for food to feed his growing pack.

“I believe not. Many years ago, you were born into our pack but a few days after your birth, we encountered a rogue attack that took the life of your father and your mother was able to save you but still lost her life,” Roxie's mouth hit the floor. She had never heard so much rubbish in her entire life. What was a pack, rogue attack, and her parents? What the hell? “First of all, I don't know or care what freak show is going on here but believe me you have the wrong person. My parents are very much alive,” fuck, Roxie could feel the pound in her head returning in a hammering force. What the hell was with these people?! Was there a camera filming this or what?

This scar wasn't given by an enemy but my people. A scar gave by my father. A curse was given by my mother. WHAT KIND OF PARENTS ARE THEY? Parents are their children's whole world. Parents can die for their children but...my parents sacrificed their children for their pride. They only cared about one person and it was no one other than my older brother Theodore. The next Alpha. He might not be the same as them but he is no good either. I HATE THEM. The reason I'm a rogue now is all because of them and to be honest, I don't regret it a little bit.

he says. I sit up and lean back against the headboard. Clearing my throat I begin my story. “I already told you that rogues killed my parents, but I never told you the details. For my twelfth birthday, I wanted to go out into the woods, so my parents decided to take me on a picnic. We were having fun until rogues attacked us. My parents shifted and fought them to protect me. In the scuffle, a wolf snuck up on my mom and I couldn’t warn her. The wolf ended up snapping her neck. My dad killed off the rest of the wolves after my mom died, but passed away shortly after from his injuries.

I had no idea what this girl was saying. My chest was tight with emotions I couldn't name. I felt scared and confused at the same time. "My parents were rogues," I said. "My father was a hunter. My mother made medicines from plants. They weren't royalty. They weren't anything special." "What about your grandparents? What about before that?" I opened my mouth to answer, then realized I didn't know. My dadhad never talked about their families. They never mentioned where they'd come from or what their lives had been like before they became rogues.

Being her mate made him want to grab her and never let go, but the thought of her being a rogue; the very thing that he hated the most, made him want to hit someone. Her revelation that it was the High-Council, who framed them as rogues made little sense to him. 'Why would they go to such lengths to frame one pack?' Luka understood his friend's dilemma. Both of them grew up together, he had never seen Ryan so unsure of himself. Ryan was always strong-willed and never hesitated to make any decisions. Luka knew of his intense hatred towards rogues. There had been a series of rogue attacks in the past, Ryan lost both his parents in one of them.