Funny Rogue Names Novels & Stories

It allows Rek the freedom he craves so badly. The guard is shaking his head at me. “You are not meant to leave pack territory, rogue.” He says bluntly, the emphasis and hate, on the word rogue. I frown, hating that term. It makes me sound worthless. Like I am not equal to him. Below him. If only he knew…

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j

He paused for a second before smirking like a psycho. "And you my dear are a slave now. This Rogue King's Slave." _____________________________________

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

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.

This rogue had definitely resorted to a life of crime. Walking into the cell, I start questioning the rogue. “What is your name?” I ask. “Doesn’t matter what my name is,” the rogue sneers. Moving forward I punch the rogue in the gut. “What is your name?” I ask again. He spits towards me, while ignoring my question. I punch him again in the face this time. “What is your name?” I ask waiting for his answer. As he stands there, he looks me in the eye, “My name doesn’t matter, I’m a dead man so get on with your questions,” he says. Punching him again in the face cracking his jaw, I step back as I consider my next questions.

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