Clever Rogue Names Novels & Stories

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.

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

"Well, you see, my brother Lucien and his friends are known in London as the League of Rogues." "Rogues?" Zehra couldn't help but wonder if these men were like Lawrence or if she should be worried. "It is just a nickname certain newspapers have come to favor when talking about their exploits. And one would have thought that as they married they would have settled down, yet they keep marrying creatures who are full of just as much mischief as they are. The wives now call themselves the Society of Rebellious Ladies, and they strive to live up to that name."

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

I couldn’t stop staring. The rogue camp was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t cold or strict like Bloodfang, where everyone feared making a single mistake. Here, everything was alive. Messy. Warm. Real. A group of wolves sat by a fire, laughing and passing a bottle around. Near another tent, two women sparred playfully, throwing punches and laughing without anger. Children ran between tents, shouting and chasing each other in a wild game of tag. Children. In a rogue camp.

where is he ,that bastard i cant wait to lay hands on him apparently he was hiding off in one of the woods ,by the south ,he later found his mate and started a small pack there ,at the south side we figured . What a bastard, I said with an evil grin ,he doesn't know what's coming for him , alpha bane was the gang leader of the rogues that attacked the fire wolf pack the day my parents were killed ,I've been trying to track him down since forever, after I completed my training with master juju I've been looking for him to rip him apart ,I'm super excited about this news ,could today get any better than this my goodness i cant help but force a smile off my face . I pick up the bottle of drink

This rogue had definitely resorted to a life of crime. Walking into the cell, I start questioning the rogue. “What is your name?” I ask. “Doesn’t matter what my name is,” the rogue sneers. Moving forward I punch the rogue in the gut. “What is your name?” I ask again. He spits towards me, while ignoring my question. I punch him again in the face this time. “What is your name?” I ask waiting for his answer. As he stands there, he looks me in the eye, “My name doesn’t matter, I’m a dead man so get on with your questions,” he says. Punching him again in the face cracking his jaw, I step back as I consider my next questions.

he said as he stare out to the water “I’m not going to ask again, who are you?” I asked fiercely “I’m Darius” he looked at me with a side eye and my mouth dropped in surprise. Darius was a rogue Alpha, whose mate betrayed him like Karl did to her. He rained down hell on different packs who dared to cross him. He spread fear anywhere his name is mentioned. His nickname ‘The black death’ describes how his wolf is, black and deadly. Fear gripped me, I couldn’t fend him off by myself. A lot of people tried and they met a glorious exit.

He cocked an eyebrow and came close before crouching down. “And why is that?” “Your people hurt Ruth, and they took all our food. You could have at least asked. Vera works really hard, and so does Caius, but they would have shared if you were hungry.” He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind… And who are you, little one?” “I’m Cleo.” She held up Biscuit. “This is Biscuit.” “I am Ragnar Vale, King of Rogues.” She wrinkled her nose. “Rogue King sounds better.”

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".