Clever Rogue Names Novels & Stories

he asked skeptically. The rogue nodded vigorously, desperation in his eyes. "Yes... he rules the rogues, promises a better life if we follow his orders." Emilia's curiosity got the better of her. "Who is this rogue King?" The rogue shook his head frantically. "I can't tell you... they'll kill me." Nathaniel's gaze locked onto Lena, a silent command to continue the torture. But the rogue's eyes spasmed in fear. "Stop, stop... his name is Halo... Halo King!"

Seyric definitely had his way of handling things like that because he flicked on a lighter out of nowhere and held it up for the rogue to see. “That knife may not hurt you as it is but if I take it...” He pulled the knife out of his lap and the rogue screamed again, sweating profusely. “...and put it in this..” he let the flame of the lighter heat up the knife, maintaining eye contact with the rogue. He approached the rogue again but the bleeding man was already begging for mercy. “It was an Alpha! I don't know his name but he approached our leader not long ago. All I know is that the Alpha wants the Luna and her children dead at all costs.”

I asked. "We know who you are." The youngest rogue said as they all stood to their feet. "You're Alpha Ethan Bloodmoon. We knew you were coming." He said. "I'm I that famous? I'm flattered, you did your homework, kid." I replied with a sarcastic smile, tugging at my lips. "You looking for trouble? You've come to the right place, Pal." A chubby rogue growled.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I'm supposed to stay hidden, but I'm out everywhere. C.Rogue: You feel you're a rogue? My heartbeat slammed heavily, and I typed back. Me: You think so? C.Rogue: I hope not. I hate rogues, kitten. You shouldn't be one. You're just scared of doing something you badly want to do, in the hidden. I got disappointed at his first statement and slumped back on my pillow. Me: Too bad, I'm a rogue. You should change your name if you hate them that much.

He tilted his head, studying me with an interest that made my skin crawl. "My name is Malachi," he said. "Leader of the Free Rogues. Protector of the abandoned. Shelterer of the rejected." I blinked. "You're the rogue leader?" "I'm the leader," he corrected. "I give rogues who had nowhere else to go, a place called home." I laughed bitterly. "You give them somewhere to go so they can keep terrorizing innocent people. I've heard about your kind. You're responsible for robberies, for attacks on pack borders, for causing havoc across the Republic."

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

"You look cute enough, but you're too scholarly for my type." The guy looked disgusted before he stood up. It's his turn to introduce himself. "My name is Linus Penn, 15 years old. I'm a Rogue." Some of the girls started swooning. Rogues are wolves without a pack and sometimes without a family. They used to be viewed as dangerous, and uncontrollable but seeing that they're admitted here, that must have changed. They must have lived hard lives too, the woods are unkind to lone wolves. I grinned at Diana wickedly. "You sure he's not your type?"

Ravana asked as she grinned at me, she looked so pleased with herself probably thinking she won, or she had me where she wanted me. I knew the man’s name was Kyle by the way he looked at Kyle and I knew he was the rogue's king. Rogues were mindless wolves who had lost their humility and were forced to live outside the pack, I am surprised to see many of them in the same spot like this. And looking at this man, everything here seems suspicious. “Oh she will get what she deserves, we have no use for her,” he responded as he looked down at me. “Why not give her to the boys to have their way with her,” Ravana suggested, and it was a stranger glaring at someone with the same face as mind.

The rogue said and the one began to laugh. Immediately Volk saw one of them with a knife. He had come closed to him. Then one whispered into his ear. “Hey Alpha” and he toyed with the knife near Volk’s heart. “It would be an honor to say that I killed the almighty Volk” he said and they laughed. “Yes you can keep the knife as an artifact to show your children” the third rogue said. “Or you can be one of the nameless ones, the almighty Volk killed.”Volk growled. And suddenly he used one used his long sharp finger now turned Claws to pierce into the head of the rogue as he held him with the other hand.