Good Names For Rogues Novels & Stories

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

Mark repeats. “We move closer,” I say. “Quiet. Piece by piece.” Lena nods. “Resources?” “Yes,” I say. “Safe houses. Watchers. Witches. Wolves who can pass as human without thinking about it.” “And hunters,” Mark says. “Only the ones who listen,” I say. “No idiots.” “What is the goal,” Lena asks. I look at her and smile. “Pressure,” I say. “Fear. Control.” Mark exhales slowly. “You want the city to feel it.”

Prologue Once upon a time in the dense woods of northern Americas was a fortress unseen by any human eyes. There stood a group of Rogues that stood up and chose to do right by the world and train the wolves of the world in everything important from understanding humans and other races. To learn basic combat strategies. They even helped solidify unity amongst the packs. With over 50 packs spreading around 10 states it was an important job to keep everyone in peace and harmony.

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.

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.

I questioned. Casey hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether or not to reveal the information. Finally, she leaned in closer and whispered, "His name is Victor. He's a formidable leader, cunning and ruthless. Some say he's been leading the rogues for decades, but nobody knows much about his past or how he gained such power. I nodded, consuming the information while maintaining an act of curiosity. "And how does one gain acceptance within the rogue pack? Is there a process or a test of some sort?" I inquired, trying to glean as much knowledge as I could without raising suspicion.

I repeated, "Because alpha's are strong and rogues-well, they are weak and they are only allowed to mate with their own kind." I hated calling myself a rogue, the term itself wasn't rogue, in the early 80's, rogues were called mongrels, a dog that belonged nowhere. Lone-wolf, rogue and rascal were other words to describe a wolf that had separated from it's pack. To satisfy himself, Martin went through the script again and then nodded his head, "Well, that's bad."

Leo added. Rogues are wolves banished from the pack after committing certain crimes. They prefer to be alone and struggle to live ij the woods. Rogues have trust issues after getting thrown out of their packs and never come together. With them coming together and creating a pack of their own, I started to sense that something big would be striking our land. What good could come out of criminals joining to form a gang? That was bad news to the people in my kingdom and the neighbouring kingdoms. The results have however started manifesting themselves with all the kidnapping happening across the land.

Maddox said anxiously and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what he just said. "In case you're being blindsided by the mate bond, Maddox, rogues tend to be devious, and some of them like disguising themselves as a fragile and innocent one. You shouldn't judge a rogue by their innocent looks, they're called rogues for a reason and those reasons are not always good." I remind Maddox but his mind seems to be already clouded with great love for his mate and he only believes with the idea that his mate is good and can't do bad things like any other feral rogues.