Good Rouge Names Novels & Stories

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

Judging by the familiar awful scent that was coming from them; they were most definitely the rogues The six people advanced slowly as we did and we all met in the middle with an adequate amount of space between us "Hello there, I'm Alpha Greyson" I greeted as politely as I could I couldn't believe that I was actually going to TALK to rogues when I naturally preferred killing them The male who stood at the forefront of the group with shaggy blond hair replied my greeting; "Hello, Alpha Greyson. My name is Greg and it's an honour to meet you in person"

The door lock clicks definitively closed. You see, being a rouge is a funny thing. There are 2 types of rouges. The first type are where Nick and I fit in. We're sane and like normal humans. Our parents are the same. We have complete control over our human forms but in doing so, you give up shifting into your wolf to remain in control. The second type is the rabid’s. They give control over to their wolves in both human and wolf form. They are unstable and extremely dangerous. Packs are very unforgiving when it comes to rabid’s. If a rouge attack occurs, the pack warriors are very quick to spill blood. It's one of the reasons Nick and I can't freely visit our friends on pack territory. Being

I shook my head again at his question even vigorously. Slowly, I lifted my hand to his wrist and removed it from my back. This time, he let me. "I'm Fallon," I whispered. The frown on his face faded, replaced by something that looked almost like amusement. "Fallon who?" he asked, making me take a deep breath. "I'm a rogue." I chose not to associate myself with Nathan. He had ended things with me. There was no reason to tie my identity to his. "I'm Fallon Green," I said. "I'm from the Rogue Community."

“Yeah, so nobody try to steal her from this throuple queership.” “You're so silly,” Stormi snorts out a laugh. “Have you made up your mind babe?” Renata asks, staring at the camera still but I know the question is for me. “Yes,” I nod, my lips twitching with a smile. “I want Rouge.” “Fuck yeah, this is going to eat so bad.” she claps, pausing when the comments start flooding the screen again. “What? Which one of you cussed?” She squints towards the camera, this is how she interacts with her audience. “I will forgive you, but don't cuss in front of Mommy and her wife.” she giggles. “Okay, on to more serious matters, for those of you only now joining us, welcome to Rena's world.” she says, pro

∆JULIAN’s POV∆ "Bring out the wine for our honored guest, you useless piece of trash!" Rook’s roar cut through the hallway. He was the manager of this club, which belonged to Alpha Blake’s Frost Pack. "Coming! You pathetic weakling who can't even get hard without alcohol!" I muttered under my breath. I kept my voice low so no one in the corridor could hear me. I held the cold glass bottle with both hands, my palms slippery as I moved fast down the hallway. One million dollars. That was what Rook kept bragging this red wine was worth. To me, it was one million reasons for Rook to peel my skin off if I dropped it.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

He said. "And she's a fucking rogue." He spat and Karl grabbed his shirt. "Don't you dare use that tone with your alpha." Karl said. "If my alpha is being stupid, I should tell him, she's just a slut, even Harold didn't want her." When I heard the name I stilled, I just knew it belonged to the werewolf who rejected and hurt her. "So his name is Harold." I said and he stilled making me smile. I wanted to find the one who hurt her and rejected her and kill them, I'll do this to anyone who hurts her, and now I didn't have to stress myself, I knew his name, I'll find him easily.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.