Nice Rogue Names Novels & Stories

“What’s your full name?” I looking down, I threw the mushrooms and bacon into the pan. “Nathaniel Christian Rivers.” My eyes narrowed for a moment. “Do rogues have last names?” “Yes. Usually they take on White or sometimes Moon. It’s a bit like a bastard last name. A stupid tradition, but here we are.” “Can it…can it be Nathaniel Christian White, then? Rivers means nothing to me now…” My voice trailed off. Finn smiled widely. “Then we really will be family. Noah and I use White. Solaris had Ulrich because the Alpha King technically adopted her.”

“I haven’t decided yet.” I lift my chin. “Then make up your mind.” The man crouches in front of me, eyes scanning my face. His scent hits me then - pine, smoke, something colder beneath. Not pack. Definitely rogue. “You’re brave,” he murmurs. “Or stupid.” “Why not both?” Another pause. He stares at me like he’s seeing something I don’t. Then: “What’s your name?” I hesitate. Names have power. Especially out here. “…Rayna.”

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

“You butting into matters that are none of your business. You think screwing around with him for a few days gives you the right to talk back at me? You're just a sl*t. Now I understand why your parents named you Jade.” Jade balled her palms into fists as she stopped moving backward. She stared right at him as she spoke, selecting words she knew would fuel his rage. “Good for you. Because I don't understand why your parents didn't give you a name that fits your personality. But, then again, it's hard to think of just one name that describes you. Rogue, scoundrel, scallywag, wastrel, degenerate, rascal... Oh, I think I got it; devil. That's the name your parents should have given you.”

“She’s from the Blood Moon pack.” The words hit harder than I expected. My jaw clenched. Blood Moon. That cesspool of a joke masked in a pack. “She’s an orphan. Her father is unknown but said to be a rogue or a runt and her mother died the day she was born. She lived in the pack house as a maid for the Alpha and his family. Her life has been filled with numerous troubles that I cannot begin to recount. And…she lived in blood moon up until she was publicly rejected.”

“As much as I really don't want to talk about his death right now… I can’t just ignore it. We are the Rogue people. We are strong, beautiful, and kind. We've survived situations—harsh and life-threatening ones that would have killed others that are in a pack. Over the years, we've been able to change the narrative that Rogues are more than assassins, troublemakers, or black magic wielders. So it's time you both, as our rulers, stop treating us like we are lesser than those in a pack when we are actually more. It is time you stop treating us like we are at the mercy of other packs. It is time you stop making us feel like we can't achieve anything if we don't belong to a pack when we've actual