Rogue Parents Novels & Stories

Aaron looked a little sad and kind of worried. "When you were 8, your parents took you on a trip to the mountains south of our pack. It was green and beautiful. They brought me and my parents too. Well, while on that trip your uncle realized to be in complete control of the pack he needed to go ahead and end your bloodline. So he waited until the time was right, when my parents took us on a walk to get firewood for the night. We were camping, your mom and dad stayed back at the campsite making breakfast. Your uncle might be cruel and evil and sadistic but he's not an idiot. He knew the only way to be able to get to you was to kill your parents first. So he killed your mother first. He has ro

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“I know. We can’t risk anything. We need to find out what that fucker wants. I want to stop him and rip his throat out.” When it came to the rogue problem, no wolf was more invested than Andrew. He had been searching for information and coming up with ideas to deal with rogue attacks better than any other pack member. Rogues killed his mother and father. He wanted revenge. I wanted it to. My father died as well. But I think Andrew was so invested because of Emma. He hated rogues because they took Emma’s parents. He was practically an adult when they died, but she was a child, and she lost two of the most important people in her world. Andrew did a great job raising her, but he knew that she

My father and I got attacked by Rogues, forced to stay in their place as captives. My father got killed. I was the only one left. Day and night, the Rogues visited my cell and violated me, forcing me to open my legs so they could spill their seed inside me. Every time I tried to fight, they would scratch my face, until I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore. My face is almost erased, and I had a baby from a Rogue who I would never ever identify.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I returned to my room, sitting at the edge of the bed while going through the media. Posts about the event that occurred in Club 9 were topping the headlines on every blog. A few minutes into my silence, I started hearing my parents voices. They were quarreling once again. I slipped out of the room and crept my way down the stairs to listen. It was about Adrain. “I was against this! You chose to use him as a lab rat! Now look!” My mother fired, eyes blood red as she held the fork to my father's face. “Adrian is stronger than you think. He’s a Loretto. He’ll get past this stage and you’ll thank me for creating the strongest asset we could ever dream of as rogues,” my father boasted.

Arthur laughed, a dark smile curved his lips, “Then you’ll join your parents.” “What?” Adam choked, feeling the bonds of the pack disappear along with the beginnings of a mating bond vanish. Maggie gasped and stumbled, looking horrified as she looked at Arthur. Arthur met her gaze, “You don’t deserve an idiot for a mate, Maggie.” Her eyes turned glossy, and she stood straight with a stiff nod. “I-It’s good to see you, Arthur.” Arthur nodded as Adam let out a wail, “That’s not fair! I don't want to become a rogue! I shouldn’t be punished with them! Mate. I want to choose my mate!”

were the same wolves who had murdered their parents. “The Rogues,” Zane sneered. “The boogeyman that has all you pathetic old school alphas running and hiding with your tails between your legs! You're afraid of them. I've made allies of them!” “They killed our parents!” Leo roared. “They made war on every pack, attacked women, cubs, the elderly and injured!” Zane shrugged. “What happened to our parents was regrettable, yes. But clinging to the old ways is going to cause all our deaths.”

Shifting my gaze to the window, I tried to divert my thoughts and the longing ache for the Rogue Pack. There was only one other topic to shift to of that was the case; Connor's parents. I could see parts of Connor in them, which was admittedly dumb, considering they were his parents. Yet, I could also see certain features of kevi through them. Connor looked similar to his mother who even at her age, looked sort and regal. Her green eyes fluttered under the lights. His father, just as well held a silent authority reminiscent of an Alpha. They seemed more relaxed however, no doubt because they weren't any longer.

From what they said, the technology here advances pretty quickly, so they weren’t sure if their memories of the place would be of any use after eighteen years. Anyway, they told us all that they could before Pixie and I sat down and started with some major points. My parents had already suggested that I stick closer to the water as it covers my scent, hence me being in a cave, but I needed to know where to start looking. We all agreed that going anywhere towards the castle was suicide, but so was going anywhere near a place filled with people. I’m what they refer to as a rogue, and my parents said that the last time they were here, rogues were treated brutally because of their lack of commit