Novel & Cerita Good Names For Rogues

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

Luke tried to keep a straight face as replied, “I believe Leana would be the perfect person to answer that question.” His mother chuckled again. “I see she has taken a liking to your mate.” She paused for some seconds as they kept on walking, before asking, “What is her name?” “Eleanor.” What a pretty name. “What happened? Why did such a pretty girl become a rogue?” “She lost her family to a rogue attack. The same rogue attack.” His mother’s ambience immediately changed. “Well that’s sad,” she said, but it was obvious she was more angry than sad. “And what was her plan as a rogue?”

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

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.

He tilted his head, studying me with an interest that made my skin crawl. "My name is Malachi," he said. "Leader of the Free Rogues. Protector of the abandoned. Shelterer of the rejected." I blinked. "You're the rogue leader?" "I'm the leader," he corrected. "I give rogues who had nowhere else to go, a place called home." I laughed bitterly. "You give them somewhere to go so they can keep terrorizing innocent people. I've heard about your kind. You're responsible for robberies, for attacks on pack borders, for causing havoc across the Republic."

This was the kind of knowledge I had never had access to before. The lecturer continued, diving into stories of legendary wolves. "There was Kaelen of the Stormfangs, capable of summoning lightning in battle. Selene of the Whitecrest Clan, believed to be the most beautiful wolf to ever live, with fur that glowed under moonlight. And, of course, Fenrik the Cursed, whose betrayal of the Goddess led to the creation of the first rogues." I shifted at the word rogues. "Rogues," the lecturer said gravely, "are not simply wolves without a pack. Many are born from darkness itself, either cursed, exiled, or corrupted by bloodlust. The worst of them are touched by... something older than even our kind

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

He says and I smile, nodding my head as Hades leans over the rail. The rogues outnumber both Venom Fang and Dark Moon. The rogues live in peace and they have rights, like the packs do. They just prefer to live off the land. Some call them savages, but they aren’t. They are nomads. They created their own pack many years ago. However, they still hold the title of rogue. “Very well. Thank you for coming all this way to deliver this message. Please rest and eat before you head back.” Carter says to him, and I smile up at my mate. He will be just fine at ruling over them. That I am certain of.

I thought they had found me, but I was wrong. Looking at the disheveled and animalistic eyes that surrounded me, I didn’t know whether to be grateful it wasn’t the Blood Moon Pack or to curse the moon goddess for crossing my paths with Rogues. Rogues were known to be unhinged. They lost all traces of being human and were more beasts than human. That's why they were so dangerous. “Look what we have here?” The man who I think is the leader sneers as he takes in my state. “I think we’ve got ourselves a plaything."

The head rogue asks me. Holding up a single finger, I signal for them to wait until I can compose myself. Once the laughter dies down in my chest I straighten myself back up and look at the massive rogue standing before me. He, just like the other nine rogues, has a confused look on his face. "It is just his name," I gasp out between the breaths that I am using to control my laughter. "I just assumed that he would have a more intimidating name. Like Blade or Killer... But Joffrey? That couldn't be less intimidating."