Funny Rogue Names Novels & Stories

I asked again. “You’ll know soon enough. He will capture you and peel your skin off your flesh!” The other Rogue said. He seemed to have tapped boldness from the first one. Good for him then. Boldness is a good trait for— Focus, Isla. “So, Gregonn is a guy?” “We are Gregonns!” They both recited, startling me in the process. “Geez, guys.” I clutched the left part of my chest. “Save the energy. “

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.

If it weren’t for the weird feeling I got, I would have hired him. Looking at the application, I saw this guy's name was Landon Miller. Scanning his information, I noticed he was a Rogue. Rogues weren’t disqualified, but they had to give a reason as to why they were a Rogue. Apparently, the guy had been a member of a different Pack and left to serve in the military.

taunted the rogue, trying to anger Sly, but not winning. “Oh, I have so much more for you…mutt,” said Sly and he saw that his comment had hit home hard. The rogue obviously hated being referred to as the runt of the litter, even though he looked like one. Sly closed the gap again and swatted at the rogue once more, this time the rogue ducked just in time and laughed at Sly. The rogue however didn’t see Sly’s other paw coming for him and got struck on the side of the head.

“Borge, what is it? I saw that look, you know what we're dealing with.” He sighed. “I think I do. Growing up, we were only told as a.myth because we never had the chance to see them up close. They're called Nomad Rogues. They live afar off from the actual habitation and they have their own language, culture and all that. They're vicious, quick to anger and they can kill anyone. If those are the people who are after him,.then I see every reason why he should be scared.” How come this was the first time I had heard this? Well, it's just a myth and besides, he's a Rogue and I'm not.

*ROGUE* I take in a few details about him and I'm happy that we share the same jet-black hair unlike my mother who has fierce red hair that always stands out. He gave me a puzzled look. "That's a strange name, little girl, did your mother name you that because you're a rogue wolf?" He taunted me, making me feel annoyed. I smirked at him. "You have a strange name too isn't Lain weird it's almost like the word line" I fired back crossing my arms over my chest.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

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

Sybil’s POV The man that dropped the gold coin on my head was the second in command, he was known as Eris, and he worked directly with the ruthless rogue alpha. There had been stories about the rogue alpha. Usually, stories were more rumors in packs, but not him, every story was real. How heads hung by the gate of his mansion as a warning to traitors. He didn’t need any petty fear, your head would just as easily add to his collection. He has many names. Great Wolf. The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher.