Funny Rogue Names Novels & Stories

The other wolves that I had spotted during my scan remained hidden, probably waiting for a signal before they stepped out. The rogue chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. "You can call me Shade. The Rogue Alpha, as they like to say." The gall of this guy. I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha.

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.

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 listened through the schoolroom windows while scrubbing floors, teaching myself math until I could calculate numbers faster than the noble kids sitting at the desks. They treated me like trash, but inside my own head, I belonged to no one. "You arrogant rat!" Mara raised the whip again, her arm shaking. "I'll teach you a good lesson on behalf of our Alpha, right now!" The whip came down hard. Riven, my wolf, spoke inside my mind. 'Drop the bottle! Let her hit it! Rook will break her jaw if she smashes one million dollars!' 'Rook won't listen to a servant,' I responded. 'He'll just say I dropped it on purpose and try to frame her.'

*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.

I nod to the members of C-Squad who are standing in the room, walking between the windows and the doors, checking to make sure Stellan doesn’t get in. “Did you see anything on the monitors, Alpha?” Since all the elite squad leaders introduced themselves during graduation, I know this is Saber. “Nothing, Saber.” She nods and goes back to monitoring the doors and windows. I go outside, lifting my nose in the air. I spin in a slow circle and, not smelling the packless rogue smell coming from any direction, I strip off my clothes and make my way to the border. I run patrols with the others until dawn when the shift changes again, then I head inside to get some sleep.

But the mention of a rogue stirred something within her—a flicker of curiosity and unease. Alpha Rowan, the Alpha of the Red moon pack, stood at the pack’s main hall, his presence commanding as he observed the rogue being dragged in by two warriors. The rogue’s head hung low, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was an air of defiance in his posture. “State your name,” Alpha Rowan ordered, his voice firm. The rogue lifted his head slowly, his piercing green eyes locking with Rowan’s. “My name is Corbin,” he said, his tone calm despite his circumstances.

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

The rogue starts laughing, “You’re special, Sable. Someone is very interested in adding you to their collection.” I snarl at hearing this asshole. “I will make your death painful, unless you give me a name.” Sable says, looking at the rogue with an eerie calm. “Do your worst, bitch.” He laughs again. She stays there staring at him and then he starts to choke and gasp for air. I look at Sable and she isn’t breaking eye contact with this guy. “A name.” she says once again. He’s shaking his head, “I…I…I don..don…know!”

The man took a step back, startled at my response. " Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think there was someone in." He replied, chuckling nervously. I folded my hands. " I'm sorry, my name is Mr. James Smith and I wanted to ask, have you seen an injured werewolf nearby? It's the one that got out of the facility it was confined in and we've been looking for it ever since." He said. I opened the door a little wider now, stepping outside. " I just arrived here and unfortunately haven't seen the wolf in question," I replied.