Clever Rogue Names Novels & Stories

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

*ROGUE* I take in a few details about him and I'm happy that we share the same jet-black hair unlike my mother who has fierce red hair that always stands out. He gave me a puzzled look. "That's a strange name, little girl, did your mother name you that because you're a rogue wolf?" He taunted me, making me feel annoyed. I smirked at him. "You have a strange name too isn't Lain weird it's almost like the word line" I fired back crossing my arms over my chest.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

Mostly rogues and the occasional scholar seeking Miss Evens for lore and knowledge came across our boarders but this area makes everyone nervous. Wandering through the waiting pack members I gave a few of the worriers orders on where to meet. The best tracker here is a young boy name Nicolas, his talent came naturally and with further education he would one day be the best in the pack. I made my way over to him as his ability to keep him mind closed was still lacking. “I need a word with you.” I whispered. Nicolas followed me away from the others. “A few of the others will be hanging back and meeting up with the Alpha and I. Stick with them, we are going to see if we can find where this girl

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j

He was meant to become one. His ruthless and dangerous power was the reason why rogues had their separate kingdoms otherwise most rogues are left on their own roaming around the Forrest only for any alpha of a powerful pack to end their lives. Gabriel's father and mother weren't rogues yet Gabriel and Ezekiel built their kingdoms taking only rogues in. All of the people in their kingdoms were rogues with werewolves rankings. It would be written in history that two powerful werewolf rogues had everything under their control. Even vampires and alpha packs fear them.

The bigger of the two Rogues spoke, licking his lips watching me slowly back up. "I would watch how you speak to our future Queen." Nate said through gritted teeth. He wanted to rip the man’s throat out for even implying he would touch me. "Now, now, little alpha boy, the three of you are no match for us, but if you like to give it a go then come on then." The man taunted, waving them to come fight him. His partner chuckled next to him. They were consider Rogues by the kingdom standards, but not by the goddess. A true Rogue was a lone wolf with no pack that lost his humanity. I could tell these wolves belonged to no pack, but they weren't feral.

“Yes Beta, a leader, just like yourselves. But because of Night Shade our pack was ravaged and we were forced to be the rogues you look down upon.” His words make sense. The aura around him… the size of him… “You are an Alpha?” “No, I am nothing but a rogue am I not, Alpha?” Aiden says with a sad smile. “That is all I will ever be now.” “Which pack?” Cayden asks. “Midnight Blood Pack.” Aiden says. Cayden frowns. “I don’t think I know that one.”

But tonight, I needed them. As I stepped into the clearing, I saw them waiting. Three rogue leaders, each with their own reputation for violence and cunning. The first was Toren, a massive brute of a man with arms thick as tree trunks and a scar that ran from his temple down to his jaw. He was known for leading raids against the packs, his brutality unmatched. The second was Maeve, a slender woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue. She was the strategist, the one who always had a plan, always thinking three steps ahead. And finally, there was Luka, a quiet but lethal presence, his face obscured by the hood of his cloak. He spoke little, but when he did, it was always worth listening