Nice Rogue Names Novels & Stories

Ravenna Rogues. Werewolves who have been abandoned by their pack or vice versa. Many of them tend to go crazy as they're without a pack nor are they with their leaders. Targets for mercenaries and bounty hunters. The life of a rogue was ruthless. There were only a handful of rogues that were able to survive and withstand a lot of psychological trauma that tend to drive them crazy, an example was Karina's boyfriend, Konnor, but the rest of them went absolutely insane to the point they lost all signs of themselves, turning into beasts. Those were the kind I was facing right now.

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."

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I'm supposed to stay hidden, but I'm out everywhere. C.Rogue: You feel you're a rogue? My heartbeat slammed heavily, and I typed back. Me: You think so? C.Rogue: I hope not. I hate rogues, kitten. You shouldn't be one. You're just scared of doing something you badly want to do, in the hidden. I got disappointed at his first statement and slumped back on my pillow. Me: Too bad, I'm a rogue. You should change your name if you hate them that much.

This rogue had definitely resorted to a life of crime. Walking into the cell, I start questioning the rogue. “What is your name?” I ask. “Doesn’t matter what my name is,” the rogue sneers. Moving forward I punch the rogue in the gut. “What is your name?” I ask again. He spits towards me, while ignoring my question. I punch him again in the face this time. “What is your name?” I ask waiting for his answer. As he stands there, he looks me in the eye, “My name doesn’t matter, I’m a dead man so get on with your questions,” he says. Punching him again in the face cracking his jaw, I step back as I consider my next questions.

he said as he stare out to the water “I’m not going to ask again, who are you?” I asked fiercely “I’m Darius” he looked at me with a side eye and my mouth dropped in surprise. Darius was a rogue Alpha, whose mate betrayed him like Karl did to her. He rained down hell on different packs who dared to cross him. He spread fear anywhere his name is mentioned. His nickname ‘The black death’ describes how his wolf is, black and deadly. Fear gripped me, I couldn’t fend him off by myself. A lot of people tried and they met a glorious exit.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

Mira cleared that out and they nodded in understanding. “I see…I could tell that he was a ruthless alpha when he snapped but responsible to his pack…” The male awaken wolf rogue took notice and Mira smiled upon hearing it. “I agreed. I wanted an alpha like him…no like our alpha before…who can’t accept us…” the lady sighed heavily and Mira noticed it because the rogues started on smiling at each other. “Mates?” Mira guessed and they both blush before nodding. “Yes, I was once in a pack but my mate was a rogue but a decent man. He’s working at the La Sentrum when he nineteen.” the lady cleared it for her and Mira smiled at them.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

The other wolves that I had spotted during my scan remained hidden, probably waiting for a signal before they stepped out. The rogue chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. "You can call me Shade. The Rogue Alpha, as they like to say." The gall of this guy. I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha.