Wicked Parents Guide Novels & Stories

My parents were once warriors in one of the biggest covens in the us, they were very high up and fought all there life until one day they were attacked by voodoo witches or more commonly called blood witches. They would take us for our natural abilities and powers, to become a blood witch it usually starts when you think your powers were not enough, you want more but the only way to get more is if you take it, you sacrifice a soul to feed the greed of your own. After that my parents escaped, they made it clear to me that I would live as a normal mortal, we would have normal jobs, have regular friends and move around so nobody could ever figure out what we were or why we did the things that w

"You and Mom are really something, Dad. Aren't you worried that Raven's going to find out one day and beat you both up?" Mom and Dad didn't look like they cared. "Hah! We'll see if she even gets the chance to do that! "Your mom and I have already talked things through. We'll just pretend to be deathly ill sometime later. We'll say we're deeply in need of 700,000 dollars for the surgery. Then, we'll sell her off to Leroy Buckley, the village idiot. "And then, once we get the money, we'll go abroad for a vacation and then stage a deadly accident after coming back. It won't matter if she ever finds out about the truth then, because what right does a married woman have to her parents' inheritanc

Skye twitched in anger as he saw his father's hidden smug smile, however that didn't stop his father's eyes from revealing the fact he had won. "It was the perfect plan. No witnesses, until that wife of his got in our way. How she managed to smuggle that child of theirs out of the castle was beyond us" Uther muttered with a cruel smirk as he spoke in almost a lullaby voice. Hearing this almost caused Skye to lose control. However Skye continued to reel in his temper as much as he could for Anberine's sake. “What about me? Why do I look like a Dark Dweller? What have you done?!” Skye yelled before smashing his father against a pillar, only to hear it crack under the pressure.

“Nothing is wrong. The only thing that is wrong is letting my son be with a werewolf, the same specie who killed my parents. Yeah, I guess nothing is wrong.” The room becomes quiet. It was an awkward silence that surrounded the whole room. After a few moments, the silence broke when Aleister’s mother spoke. “I can’t believe my own husband forgot that. Well, you never cared about my life anyway. Didn’t you marry me just to become worthy to become the leader? What do you even know about me?” She was about to walk away but stopped when her husband spoke. “So what? Is that your reason for hating your son’s girlfriend? Why, is Madison the one who killed your parents hundred years ago? What differ

"They committed a grave sin, according to pack law. After they left, Katrina and the others... they turned me into their punching bag. Like I had to pay for my parents' mistakes." She started crying harder, and I pulled her into a tight hug. She felt so small and fragile in my arms, of course nothing like the strong, happy Amy I thought I knew. "What did your parents do?" I asked softly. "They helped some rogue wolves," she said into my shoulder. "Gave them food, shelter. It's forbidden – rogues are considered dangerous. But my parents... they said some of them were just lost, hungry. They didn't deserve to die just because they had no pack."

I deliberately hid the information about Abigail using the liquid to murder Aurora because I knew Mom might be devastated and, Dad would lose control, and it wouldn’t look good in front of all these Alphas. I would tell them in private after the werewolf council believed in Abigail murdering my sister. My parents fell silent after hearing my explanation. Then Mom said, “Ari, watch out not only for witches but also for rogues.” “Rogues?” I asked in confusion. “Yes, rogues,” Dad answered. “Alpha Queen, Alpha King, there are some people who would like to meet with you,” an Elder approached us and spoke to my parents respectfully. “We need to go now. Remember what we told you,” Mom and Dad hugge

Grayson had the answers she needed, so she needed to play nice. “You were born with the gene, passed down from your father and maybe your mother, as well. There are lots of wolves in Chicago, so it’s not unlikely both of them were werewolves.” “How…” she began the inquiry, but then paused to let him continue. “At a young age, your wolf is difficult to control, so parents usually stay with a pack to protect and guide them during the unpredictable shifts. Living in the city is difficult, so couples usually find their kind, living in the out-of-way towns or suburbs, and they relocate. You and your brother were never given proper instructions, which is why your wolves have gone rogue, and now he

I got everything I wanted, and everyone knew not to get on my bad side or they would be punished by death. My mom is Queen Gina. She is one of the strongest Dark witches there is. We want to take over all the realms, but we need Sofia to do that. My mom does hate werewolves, but she doesn't hate me. She said even though my dad is a werewolf and my mom is half vampire, I am not like them. I don't have a werewolf or vampire, so she is right. I wouldn't want to be them anyway. My parents were selfish.

I start to cry harder. “Don’t come over here!” I shout at them. My warning falls on deaf ears. Just like every time this happens. My nightmare. I am forced to watch as my parents set up and enjoy the picnic lunch with me. The wolves show up right when they are supposed to. Five rogues rush towards my parents who shift to fight them.

Seventeen-year-old Wisdom is lying in bed thinking about her father, Ossian, and her mother, Larisa, They were killed last month when rogues attacked the pack. Wisdom regrets she couldn't save her parents because she has never been allowed to train to fight or shift. Deshal Gordon, Wisdom's best friend, reminds her every day there wasn't anything she could have done to save her parents.