Good Rouge Names Novels & Stories

I could sense that my wolf was pissed with me, but I was the one in control right now and while I was in control, I wasn't going to allow Blake anywhere near me. "At least tell me your name. Don't you think he has the right to know that?" Jayson asked me, until he asked that question, I had totally forgotten that I hadn't given them my name. No one knew my name, they only knew I was a rogue to be feared. "It's for the best he knows nothing since I don't plan on accepting him anytime soon." I sighed, my gaze never leaving that of Jasyon as he continued to study me and process the answers I was giving him.

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."

“Good, I don't have any intentions of stopping them if the need arises. Tell me their names and also which of them is the strongest?” Roland blew his whistle for the dogs to return back to him and they did in a minute. He pointed his finger to the German shepherd, “This is Red,” he pointed to one of the pitbulls. “That's Bruno and the other is Rogue Rax..” he smiled. “RR for short..” “The strongest?” Ava inquired. “That would be Red. She's agile, alert and protective while RR comes second. He has a sharp bite force. I learnt he bit someone months back and left the person's hand less useful..”

I take the other cup and pour it into my mouth before asking, "Does it matter? If I did, I did. " He stares at me quietly, "Her name was Christina." As he says the name a memory flashes back into my memory and I remember hearing a lady introduce herself as Christina. I remember... "Hello, I'm Christina." The young twenty-something fair skin lady said, offering her hand to me. I accepted her hand for a shake, "You've got a lovely name lady, I'm Rogue." I replied with a smile. She blushed a little, "Thank you, and you've got a strange name "

I’m so sorry I was delayed’ Rouge gently helped her back into bed fussing around her making sure she wasn’t hurt, ‘This is all my fault, I’m so sorry Grandmother, I won’t let it happen again’ Louisa grabbed her Granddaughter's hand and made her sit on the bed, ‘I’m okay Rouge, no harm done. Tell me what delayed you?’ She watched closely as Rouge blushed scarlet, ‘Ahh, it's like that is it. What is his name child?’ Rouge frowned and then blushed even harder, she did not know the stranger's name, avoiding her Grandmothers knowing eyes she was disgusted with herself.

Wharton pinched the edge of his nose before looking away from me, he sighed and then tapped his fingers on the table. “A rogue leader whose identity has been hidden for over a decade, a rogue leader whose gender identity hasn't been discovered. We don't even know his name, isn't Eruba the name one of the rogues yelled when we are torturing him, how are we sure the name is truly Eruba?” Wharton exclaimed, pulling his hair as he threw his head backwards. I adjusted in my seat with a finger resting under my jaw. I made sense of what the royal better just said and I found out that we had been chasing the unknown.

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

I said trying to make it sound fun and playful. “You youngins these days. Back when I was a young one, yes everything you said was true. But in today’s world being a Rogue isn’t what it used to be. But we do have a few Alphas that come through here. But I will give you space to work and give you safety. But I don’t want whatever drama that is going on in your personal life to affect my business. You hear me?” He said sternly.

After another subtle nod from the Alpha, Lucianne sighed in despair and defeat before her eyes turned sapphire blue, and Officer Laila went through the questions quickly, “Name?” “Margaret Nyphea Rouge.” “Age?” “33.” “Birth pack?” “Fleet Wood.” Lucianne and Tate exchanged shocked glances. Fleet Wood was demolished by rogues years ago. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with everyone else. No one survived. Margaret and Stella must have been casted out before then. Wait, were the rogues who destroyed Fleet Wood…Margaret’s rogues? “Husband’s name?” Margaret swallowed a lump in her throat before Lucianne’s Authority compelled her to answer. She did so in a small voice, “I have no husband.”