Nice Rogue Names Novels & Stories

Even Silas seemed to deflate, the fight draining out of him under his leader’s withering disapproval. Rogue turned back to me. The glacial eyes held mine. "My apologies, Mr. Reynolds," he said, the words unexpected, delivered with a stark sincerity that threw me more than any threat. "For the… unwelcome reception. And for the threats made against you and your companion. They were unauthorized and unacceptable." He gave a slight, formal nod. "My name is Rogue. I lead the Eagle Brothers. You carved the Crown of Azura. That demands a certain… respect. And a conversation."

“Fine, but just to town” “No problem, I am happy to help” I throw my bag in the trunk and climb in. “What’s your name handsome?” “Alpha Damien” “You are an Alpha?” “Yes, what shall I call you?” A lot of Rogues change their names to hide their identity from their packs, so I was expecting something stupid. “Aria” It wasn’t some random name, it was actually quite a popular she-wolf name. She keeps her eyes on the road, digging her manicured hand into a bag of sweets. She wasn’t how I expected her.

Nervously, I stammered out, "N-Nathalie. My name is Nathalie Salem Bentley." His response was a resounding silence. I tried once more, "So, your name is Lycan?" He appeared confused. "Lycan is the title of my pack. I hail from Lycan royalty, but now I am a rogue." I struggled to comprehend his words, but the fact that he was engaging in conversation with me was a promising sign. "What does it mean to be a rogue?" I asked, curiosity piqued. “It’s a werewolf who was banished from his pack. You wouldn’t know because you are human, aren't you?" he smirked.

“Borge, what is it? I saw that look, you know what we're dealing with.” He sighed. “I think I do. Growing up, we were only told as a.myth because we never had the chance to see them up close. They're called Nomad Rogues. They live afar off from the actual habitation and they have their own language, culture and all that. They're vicious, quick to anger and they can kill anyone. If those are the people who are after him,.then I see every reason why he should be scared.” How come this was the first time I had heard this? Well, it's just a myth and besides, he's a Rogue and I'm not.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

I let out a sigh of relief as Noah casually anchored all the Rogues that approached him. Noah's face is very flat when finishing off the enemy. Maybe that's why Noah is called a cold and cruel Alpha. "My Lord will not forgive you," shouted a Rogue to me. I turned, looking annoyed "do you have to shout? My eardrums can break because of you," I said irritably. I hit the rogues at random. Unlike others with their martial arts

But he was… Shay, “MATE!” Shay was going crazy in my head but after that first step, I was frozen he was from the Crescent Moon Pack, and I was a rogue. What the hell was he going to do? I watched his face contort and change. His eyes went pitch black as he looked at me and then he turned and walked out the door slamming it so hard that the entire thing shattered. I stood frozen not knowing what to do, Shay was freaking out and yelling at me to go after him, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to run!

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.”

“Nora—don’t—” Kellen’s voice cut sharper. “Do it. Or we’re finished.” I felt their eyes, all of them — Hollowfangs, rogues, Roman’s steady stare. The weight of choice pressing like a blade to my throat. Slowly, I crouched down, meeting the rogue’s eyes. His breath shuddered, shallow and panicked. “What’s your name?” I asked. The Hollowfangs jeered. Lira tilted her head, amused. “M-Marek,” he stammered.

If the rogue proved to be an empty vessel, Frank could ensure no problem would arise. "Who would you like to work with?" Frank then asked. "BM Group or the Cerulean Summit Legion? Feel free to choose either." "I'll stick with BM Group." the rogue said. "I know the Cerulean Summit Legion will follow your orders to the letter, but I also understand that they really hold no respect for us. Let's just avoid having any problems at all." Frank smiled again. "So, can you tell me your name now?" "You can call me Arcus."