Good Names For Rogues Novels & Stories

In our realm, rogues are best known for killing their kind if they aren't given a chance. They're a great danger to packs because all they do is kill. We have a bad odor radiating from our bodies.No one can stand the unbearable smell of rotten flesh and rotten eggs. They're really easy to spot that's why they're easily killed. That way they're bestial But there are good rogues like me we don't kill people we just try to survive which is hard because there are rouges out who still want to kill us despite us not being bad.

I gulped. "Here's how things are gonna go. I will ask questions and you will answer me. If you don't or if I think that you're lying, I will hurt you. Do you understand." I struggled to hold back my tears and nodded. "Good girl." He whispered. He let go of my chin and started to walk around me in circles. "What is your name, Rogue?" I hesitated. Should I give him a fake name? I didn't know what kind of information they needed to check the blacklist. Maybe they would let me go if I lied.

“You allowed so many to treat you so badly?” How can he so easily have given up his right to a title? His heritage? I know their pack was small, but they were hoping one day to go back, surely?... “We will always be rogues in people’s minds.” Aiden says. “But you are an Alpha.” Cayden says, his voice showing his shock. Aiden sighs once more. “Yes, I am an Alpha. Is that worth anything anymore? What would I be considered, a rogue Alpha?”

“They’ll come for you, Lily. You can’t outrun them forever,” I peered out of the window, studying the Rogues chasing after me. A chill ran down my spine as it dawned on me the real identity of these rogue wolves. They weren’t random rogues out for an easy meal – they had small cuts on the left side of their ears… they were known as “The Crawler”.

She looks a little sad that the fight ended so soon. “Twenty rogues dead. One alive,” Nolan states. “Only minor injuries on our side. Two of our warriors were bit, but they’re already healing.” “I’ve never seen rogues behave like a pack before,” I say. “Lots of packs think rogues aren’t capable of pack life, but that’s just not true,” Paige interjects. “Rogues are still wolves. They will still form a pack, but they won’t be as compassionate as regular wolves. They’ll also be a little more impulsive. However, if rogues are attacking the biggest pack around, then someone is pulling the strings. Rogues would never risk so much unless someone or something has promised them a substantial reward.

With just a few seconds, the insane rogue got near her and grab her by the throat and lifted her up with a grin etched on his lips. Jaiyana struggled to breathe, she grab and scratch the hand that's choking her but it's futile. She grew restless and she can hear Hannah's cry as the latter attacked and threw punches on the rogue's leg, "Let her go! Let her go!" Hannah cries as she continuously punch him, Pissed, the rogue spat at him, "Fuck! You fucking kid, I should kill you right now!" He kicked Hannah on her stomach and she flew away from him, whimpering and crying in pain.

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

I didn’t want to be confined by the rules of a pack and I would never bow down to another man for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the term used for such packless, mateless wolves such as me and Ruksaar, was Rouges. Not a pretty term considering that rogues were usually violent in their temperament and their only aim was to wreck havoc in the world, but that’s how the saying goes. However, I preferred the term lone wolf. “State your purpose of being here, rogue!” A tall man in his late twenties spat out, like he had swallowed something distasteful. I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m under no such obligation.”

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira