Funny Rogue Names Novels & Stories

he sighed, “Well, they were criminals…” I mumbled, “Rogues, darlings are not always criminals. My parents were rogue vampires for a while. A rogue is a person who is not in a pack or into society; it does not mean they committed a crime,” he sighed, and I squinted my eyebrows. “Are any of those guys the case?” I asked, and he took a deep breath. “No, two of them attacked a pack and killed several warriors, and the other one robbed a shop and killed the owner,” he said, and I took a deep breath.

"You look cute enough, but you're too scholarly for my type." The guy looked disgusted before he stood up. It's his turn to introduce himself. "My name is Linus Penn, 15 years old. I'm a Rogue." Some of the girls started swooning. Rogues are wolves without a pack and sometimes without a family. They used to be viewed as dangerous, and uncontrollable but seeing that they're admitted here, that must have changed. They must have lived hard lives too, the woods are unkind to lone wolves. I grinned at Diana wickedly. "You sure he's not your type?"

The Rogue remained quiet after that, and we stood side by side. I decided to break the silence when it became too much. "What does the Pack Alpha need you for?" Surprisingly, my question made the Rogue smile. The gesture looked odd on his sharp face but lightened his severe features. There was a spark in his grey eyes as he looked down on me. "What's your name?" I furrowed my brows as I stared back at him. "W-what...? I asked you first." "You can call me Lance," he answered, ignoring my protest. "If you tell me your name, maybe I'll tell you why I'm here."

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

Iris mumbled. “Mum? Who’s Rogue?” Indianna asked, watching her mother’s facial expression closely. She flinched when she heard the name and Indianna pursed her lips. “Don’t lie, mum.” “Rogue? A rogue is a wolf that—” “I know what a rogue is,” Indianna snapped. “Rogue. Not a rogue, the Rogue.” “I wasn’t aware there was a ‘the’ rogue,” Iris shrugged and Indianna scoffed, standing up abruptly.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

Might as well start with small but relevant questions. "We'll see about that. What's your name?" "Nessa." I nodded. Nessa. What a lovely name. "Nessa. I'm Alpha Adrien. And you, Nessa, are a mystery. One that I aim to solve." I loved the way her name rolled off my tongue, like it was meant to be. Focus Adrien. "How long have you been a rogue? From the look of things, you don't seem to have been a rogue for a long time," I studied her carefully to note any odd behaviour. "So tell me, why are you a rogue? Were you banished or did you run away?"

I reply without losing the smile on my face. "Why don't you try forcing me then? Let's see what you got... Rogue King?" 'Jackpot!' His eyes gleam like blood-red rubies in reaction to my words, confirming to me that my suspicions are right. He's indeed the infamous Rogue King. The despicable motherfucker that is highly despised by every shifter in North America. No one knows his name. No one knows the pack he was originally from and no one has ever seen his face before, he's only known as the Rogue King and by his reputation.

I asked. "We know who you are." The youngest rogue said as they all stood to their feet. "You're Alpha Ethan Bloodmoon. We knew you were coming." He said. "I'm I that famous? I'm flattered, you did your homework, kid." I replied with a sarcastic smile, tugging at my lips. "You looking for trouble? You've come to the right place, Pal." A chubby rogue growled.

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.