Cool Rogue Names Novels & Stories

With unwavering determination, I mustered the courage to look into Tania's eyes, ensuring that she understood the sincerity of my intentions. "I have something to tell you as well. I have been holding onto it for a very long time and I believe that now is the right time for you to know. The last time that I tried to tell you, I was distracted and right now after hearing everything you've said about your identity and what happened to your kingdom, I came to realize that I have way more than my true identity to reveal to you. I am sure that you have already heard that I am a Rogue from Crescida and I hail from there, but you are unaware of what made me go rogue and now I am going to reveal eve

They killed people without mercy. His name was always whispered quietly, because people feared that he would appear at the mention of his name. He was that feared. There were even rumors that he killed his parents in cold blood. People always referred to him as 'The Rogue Alpha' even though he wasn't a rogue. He behaves like a rogue would, making people question his sanity.

Nervously, I stammered out, "N-Nathalie. My name is Nathalie Salem Bentley." His response was a resounding silence. I tried once more, "So, your name is Lycan?" He appeared confused. "Lycan is the title of my pack. I hail from Lycan royalty, but now I am a rogue." I struggled to comprehend his words, but the fact that he was engaging in conversation with me was a promising sign. "What does it mean to be a rogue?" I asked, curiosity piqued. “It’s a werewolf who was banished from his pack. You wouldn’t know because you are human, aren't you?" he smirked.

he answered. If it were anyone else, they would’ve frozen from how cold and low it sounded. Niquel wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “If memory serves me right, you call yourselves ‘Death,” he said. “Not the first ridiculous name I’ve heard. Why must every single one of you associate yourselves with a word that brings no value to what you advertise?” The rogue on his right slowly shifted into a tall wolf, claws out and drool dripping from his mouth. It showed its sharp teeth as if it was showing him a toothy grin.

I nod, understanding the logic, "God, he got so mad when he found me, he yelled and called me a fucking idiot a million times. But when his buddies saw me there, he lied and told them I was his girlfriend and I would be joining them whether they wanted me to or not. The rest of the guys were super angry too. Except Rogan. You know, the big teddy bear? He's a sweetheart. He just shrugged and said congratulations on the girlfriend." The thought of a rogue being a sweetheart or a teddy bear has my mind short-circuiting for a second. They're supposed to be feral beasts who listen to no authority and don't give a shit about anything. People describe rogues as borderline literal animals, not... ju

"The Rogue leader wants to speak with you." Thiery picked up Leo's phone. "Hello? I'm Alpha Thiery." A rustling voice came from the other line. "Hello, Alpha Thiery, I can finally speak to you directly." "Who are you?" Thiery asked calmly, though his fists were clenched until his knuckles were white. "My name is Allen Mors," said the rogue. "I lead the southwest outer region, and I admit, while the sanctuary is quite nice, it's still not the place I'd dream of building my own pack."

The Rogue remained quiet after that, and we stood side by side. I decided to break the silence when it became too much. "What does the Pack Alpha need you for?" Surprisingly, my question made the Rogue smile. The gesture looked odd on his sharp face but lightened his severe features. There was a spark in his grey eyes as he looked down on me. "What's your name?" I furrowed my brows as I stared back at him. "W-what...? I asked you first." "You can call me Lance," he answered, ignoring my protest. "If you tell me your name, maybe I'll tell you why I'm here."

Rich black dudes are usually badass I chuckled Me: not all Rogue: so why were they at your tail? Me: I really don't know I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked down Rogue : in the next ten minutes, I think they'd be ketchup and tomatoes, so we'll go ask them some questions Me: what's ketchup and tomatoes got to do with 'em? He smiled Rogue : have I ever told you I really like your accent? Me: you haven't. But you just let me in on it

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

The head rogue asks me. Holding up a single finger, I signal for them to wait until I can compose myself. Once the laughter dies down in my chest I straighten myself back up and look at the massive rogue standing before me. He, just like the other nine rogues, has a confused look on his face. "It is just his name," I gasp out between the breaths that I am using to control my laughter. "I just assumed that he would have a more intimidating name. Like Blade or Killer... But Joffrey? That couldn't be less intimidating."