Nice Rogue Names Novels & Stories

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

She had an unfriendly glint in her eyes as she stepped forward. I smiled, " Hi! Sorry I didn't notice you sooner, you seemed totally invisible over there " I say, she growls at me but I didn't flinch, my smile only grew bigger. The beta-gamma-guy grabbed my chin, digging his fingers into my face, " listen here rogue you have no right to speak freely, you are to only answer questions thrown at you, got it?"" Whatever broody" I answered and he let go of my face. " What is your name?" He asked, " Clover" I chirped " clover who?" He asked again, " I don't have any other name it's just clover" I lied.

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.

They feel what the other feels and can hear what the others think. I pace back and forth as I ran my hands through my hair, “I told her my real name Jace! How could I be so stupid? I probably just compromised the whole mission!” I really don’t understand how Jace is being so calm. How can our plan to destroy Eric Ravenport, and Michael Cranston too if needed, play out when my mind is messed up over some girl, and not just any girl, a Sigma. My nose went up at that thought, “hey you should give her a chance, she might not be bad.”

he growls. I narrow my eyes. “I have a mate for that, so no thank you. Your name.” I demanded, pushing out my aura again. He is buckling at the strength of my aura, “Rodney!” he growls. “Lie.” Roxie quietly said behind me. I looked at the rogue, “We are off to a bad start if you can’t give me your name.” I told him. He looked at my mate, “Carter.” He says, looking down.

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.

The playful smirk dimmed as he emotionlessly glared at the Alpha whose heart had started being embraced by dread. "I am Ezekiel Blade, The Rogue King." _______________________________________ You can pronounce his name as. Eee-zee-ki-Uhl. So our psycho Rogue's name is out. Do share your thoughts. It took me a lot of time to choose it as Ezekiel's personality is damn strong, intimidating, and psychotic. So I didn't know what to choose. In the end, I finally grab this name. Hopefully, it's fine. Next will be updated soon. Keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios.

Nico and his team reached a couple hundred meters from the River Bed Pack's border. They shifted into human forms and wore the clothes they carried in their backpacks. “Alpha….” one of the warriors called, but Nico immediately shut him down. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Alpha? I am just Nico for now. We can’t reveal our identities here. We are all rogues, remember?” He growls.

“Because I know what Ignis wants.” “And?” “I don’t want him to get it.” My grip tightened. “Then say what you came to say.” He looked me in the eye. “My name is Ronin.” I blinked. “You have a name?” He almost smiled. “Rogues weren’t born rogues, Rosa.” I didn’t like that he used my name. “How do you know me?” “I knew Lycan.” I stepped back. “That’s a lie.” “No. It’s not.”

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.