Cool Rogue Names Novels & Stories

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

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'll spend the rest of my life repaying that debt. Don't ask me to stop." Rook lounged against the wall near the door with his permanent smirk back in place. He was officially a pack member now, a status he claimed to find deeply embarrassing. "I'm a rogue," Rook had said when Kellan signed the papers. "You can't just file me into respectability." But he hadn't left. And he hadn't stopped calling Bastian "Big Bast" at every opportunity.

I thought as I rubbed myself against his hardness. “Since you can stop yourself from getting preggers, get it girl,” Raksha chuckled in my mind as I moaned wantonly. “So mister, are you gonna introduce yourself and your friend?” I asked as I licked my fangs and stared seductively at him. “Hey, before you fornicate, could you ask her if she's responsible for the corpses or knows what rogue is?” Devan demanded. “That stick in the mud is Devan McIntosh, and I am the charming Nathan Hill. We are searching for the one responsible for consuming the humans in this area because the Moon Council is concerned, and so is our Alpha, but for other reasons, ” he explained nonchalantly.

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!"

I gulped. "Here's how things are gonna go. I will ask questions and you will answer me. If you don't or if I think that you're lying, I will hurt you. Do you understand." I struggled to hold back my tears and nodded. "Good girl." He whispered. He let go of my chin and started to walk around me in circles. "What is your name, Rogue?" I hesitated. Should I give him a fake name? I didn't know what kind of information they needed to check the blacklist. Maybe they would let me go if I lied.

West, another of Alpha Killian's men, tells me with a low chuckle as he carries on walking without even sparing me a glance through his shoulder. I cast a backward glance at the two wolves and the other guy who are walking behind me. The bigger wolf has the same brown smooth fur as Lancelot, and for a moment I let my mind drift over to him. Surprisingly I haven't thought about him that much, maybe because I've been too overwhelmed with the Alpha Killian and his pack members. But what if Killian is bringing me here to kill me, so he and his men can feast on my flesh? There are actually different kinds of packs that do feed on rogues/slaves.

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.

The cabin had a plethora of pro-rogue papers, books, and maps, and if Steph’s mother, Maren, was a rogue, and Amaris was involved…. Maybe other rogues knew about it, too. I put Steph behind me as Kellen joined my side. We both bared our teeth but didn’t get confrontational. The last thing we needed was more violence. “What do you want?” I demanded. The rogue was a young man, dark-skinned, dark-eyed. He didn’t look like he meant any harm, but his warning sure as hell wasn’t inviting. “The rogues want you,” he’d said, looking at Steph. Then he’s jerked his chin at me to say, “They’ll kill him to get to you.”

Almost respectful. “Son of a bitch,” I whisper. My phone buzzes again. Jason. “What,” I answer. “Th3y ar asking questions over here. Please tell me that you've found something. There's only so much I can take from these old fogeys.” “Yeah.” “It’s Gus, isn’t it?” The name tastes like rust. “Feels like him,” I say. Jason swears under his breath. “He’s getting bold.” “No,” I correct. “He’s getting curious.”