Clever Rogue Names Novels & Stories

Iris mumbled. “Mum? Who’s Rogue?” Indianna asked, watching her mother’s facial expression closely. She flinched when she heard the name and Indianna pursed her lips. “Don’t lie, mum.” “Rogue? A rogue is a wolf that—” “I know what a rogue is,” Indianna snapped. “Rogue. Not a rogue, the Rogue.” “I wasn’t aware there was a ‘the’ rogue,” Iris shrugged and Indianna scoffed, standing up abruptly.

I asked. " Come with us. We will take you to the site." He says. " Before we go anywhere. You know my name. What's yours?" I asked. " I am Landon. Leader of the rogues. The Rogue King." He introduced himself.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

Clark hissed at her. "And, you are my prisoner, I'll do whatever pleases me with you", he threatened. "I won't, someone will come and find me here!" She hissed. "It's hard to find something that you look at every day and can't see properly", Clark said. "I can't believe how disgusting you are, what do you think I am? She asked in disbelief. "I'm Alpha Rogue, my pack has no name, and if it were a name for us, it would be bloodthirsty, so don't tempt me!" He shouted.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

They feel what the other feels and can hear what the others think. I pace back and forth as I ran my hands through my hair, “I told her my real name Jace! How could I be so stupid? I probably just compromised the whole mission!” I really don’t understand how Jace is being so calm. How can our plan to destroy Eric Ravenport, and Michael Cranston too if needed, play out when my mind is messed up over some girl, and not just any girl, a Sigma. My nose went up at that thought, “hey you should give her a chance, she might not be bad.”

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.