Funny Rogue Names Novels & Stories

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

"Well, you see, my brother Lucien and his friends are known in London as the League of Rogues." "Rogues?" Zehra couldn't help but wonder if these men were like Lawrence or if she should be worried. "It is just a nickname certain newspapers have come to favor when talking about their exploits. And one would have thought that as they married they would have settled down, yet they keep marrying creatures who are full of just as much mischief as they are. The wives now call themselves the Society of Rebellious Ladies, and they strive to live up to that name."

The rogue shook his head, unwilling to give up his name. “Well then, what are you doing here? Don’t you know what these people do to rogues like you?” I thought back to all of the stories I had heard as a child about how the Black Raven Pack tortured rogues that trespassed on their territory. “They are monsters,” I muttered the last part to myself, my hands still twined in the powerful wolf’s fur. The rogue let out a raspy bark, almost a laugh, but his head nudged my shoulder as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about me.’

I put the gun back on the table and sat on the chair opposite him. “We haven’t had the pleasure to meet yet. My name is Dean. What’s your name?” He just looked at me like I was an idiot. That’s good. I like to wait to pull out the big guns. “Do you not have a name? I mean I’ve heard life without a pack can be rough. Maybe there wasn’t anybody there to give you a name.” He kind of twitched a little at that one. Ok I guess that hits a nerve. It usually does with rogues. We can usually tell how long they’ve been rogues by the reaction that statement gets. This guy seems like he’s been alone for a while. “I guess we can just call you John Doe. Or maybe dumbass, since you got yourself captured by

“Why would they call me the rogue King?” “I get that they wanted a hideous name for you, but you're not a rogue. You don't live outside the Kingdom, or control a group of rejected wolves. Why would they call someone— who's not a rogue— a rogue?” “Well, they say I'm a rogue at heart. I act like one, break rules like one, and kill like one. I guess someone thought I was one, and called me one during gossip, so the name spread wide.” “The Rogue King.” I said softly. “That name spread fear far and wide. I hated the name, as much as I was scared of it.”

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me and then at Dylan. I turned to face Dylan as well, wondering if he would go against my order. Dylan nodded toward the men, and slowly, they released the Rogues. "Thank you Luna," the Rogue said, bowing his head in my direction. "What is your name?" I asked him, and then turned to look around at the other three Rogues. "My name is Adam. This Peter," he pointed to the first guy who had spoken to me at the parking lot.