Rogue Parents Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

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 am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

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.