Wicked Parents Guide Novels & Stories

So when he reminded me of that rule, I was dumbfounded. “And for you to go around telling everyone that some human is the father of your child, how do you think they’ll react when you have to stay here, and that human, whoever it is, starts asking for custody? You said yourself he’s the father,” Graham continued, shutting me down completely. But once he mentioned custody, I realized I didn’t need to worry about it. “The rule says that if one parent is an active wolf, the child stays with them because the child may have their wolf too. No wolf is allowed in the human land,” I snapped at him, telling him that scaring me wouldn’t work.

my father interjected, wrapping his arm around my mother. "And you should be able to feel the small electric sparks dance on your skin," Gamma Mila added with a smile. "I wish I had," I thought to myself in frustration. "And please keep in mind," my mother said, giving my father's lips a quick peck, "your wolf will go crazy. He will feel an overwhelming need to mark and—" "Oh, no, please stop!" I exclaimed, waving my hands in protest at my parents. "Spare me the graphic details about mating... I already know them by heart..."

I stormed into my car and sped to the penthouse, my parents' luxurious London residence. My father's supposed illness was a ruse, a clever ploy to manipulate us all. I burst into the penthouse without knocking, my mother's haughty expression infuriating me further. "Young lady, don't you have manners!" she chastised, but I cut her off, my voice trembling with rage. "Cut the crap, mom! Why would you do something so reckless? Do you know what the werewolf council would do to us if they find out? I mean…”

The revelation had struck me like a bolt of lightning, shattering my preconceived notions and forcing me to confront a reality I was unprepared for. Those words hadn’t fully registered when Miss Elina continued, “Your mother was destined to be the heiress of that clan, as she possessed a divine gift bestowed by the moon goddess. However, despite being part of that family, your mother was a kind and compassionate soul who abhorred their evil deeds. When she met your father, they wasted no time escaping their clutches. Ever since, the dark witches have been relentless in their pursuit of your parents, especially after you were born. That clan posed a grave danger to you, which is why your pare

he coughed, “I did it all for you. All of the things that I wished my pussy of a father should’ve done for me.” Nick frowned at that, clearly irritated by his reason. “Why the fuck would I want a father that robs me of a mother, tries to kill the woman I love, pit me against my best friends, and kills people like lives have no value? Huh?!” he slammed his father’s head into the floor, huffing viciously. This was Nick’s fight, and none of us thought it was wise to cut in. So, while Xenia focused her magic on putting and end to the wizard that was offering up human sacrifices, the rest of us stood in a corner and watched Nick deliver his father Karma’s package.

Roman slicks his cock with my wetness, rubbing the head through my folds, teasing my tight little hole until I’m shaking. I spread my legs wider and grip his biceps, ready for more. Ready for everything. “I need you,” I whisper. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” I see the second he snaps. His eyes turn black and his entire body trembles a second before he slams into me.

He had suggested to his parents that he behave poor for a couple of months and make genuine friends, but they would not buy that. Not just that his parents were rich, they were a renowned werewolf family and werewolves never bend to humans. They wanted their presence to always be felt, at some point Henry began to realize that all of this was just because his parents wanted to gain respect. The exact same reason he did not take his family seriously, they were too materialistic. Always acting based on what others would think, even if they were more powerful and richer.

“My parents were witches. At first, I learned from the coven where I was born and then after my parents left the coven, they taught me.” Alpha Wyatt looks at me a long moment. “Which coven was that?” The elf asks me. “The Coven of the Night Garden. At least that was the name they had when I was there. It might have changed now.” “Why did your parents leave the coven?” Alpha Wyatt asks me. “They felt that the leader, Levana, was beginning to dabble in dark magic,” I say. “Where are your parents now?” the vampire, King Lance, asks. “They’re dead,” I say.

he said, smiling at me as he cupped my cheeks to kiss my forehead. “Thank you, Dad. I don’t want to disappoint you both. I promise I’ll keep working hard for the coven,” I said, giving them both a shy smile as I fixed my glasses that had fallen on my nose. They all retreated to their homes and we made it back to ours. My parents were the most powerful witch and wizard in the coven. As the leaders, everyone looked up to them for guidance. I just hoped I could be like them one day. As we were heading into our home, I could see two wolves rush by.

Wait- I shouldn't just believe this fucking unknown creature, he's my enemy and not my parents, I should never let him take over me and make me doubt those whom I love. "You can't answer your own son, can you? How about let's tell him the evil side of you? I'm tired of seeing your son treating you like you're the kindest werewolf of them all because we all know that you're far from that! You're way more than being satanic!" He shouted at my parents who seems to be guilty of what he's saying. What's happening? Why are they acting like this in front of this bastard?