Nice Rogue Names Novels & Stories

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

The other was Mia. Mia was a mystery, even among rogues. Tall and striking, with coppery brown hair always tied back and sharp eyes that missed nothing, she had once been a beta female in a powerful northern pack. Her mate rejected her for a higher-ranking she-wolf, casting Mia out like trash. But unlike most broken wolves, Mia didn’t shatter, she sharpened. She had joined the rogues five years ago and quickly made herself useful. She fought when she had to, healed when others couldn't, and was one of the few who could negotiate borders and land without spilling blood.

Fueled by adrenaline, Nora flung the rogue off her, throwing it over her head and rushing to her feet. She needed a plan. The rogue was definitely trained for combat and she wasn't so, it was up to Nora to come up with tricks to win. Letting the rogue get away was not an option so Nora swallowed her pride and howled at the top of her lungs. Realizing that she was calling for backup, the rogue ran for its life but it was limping now from when Nora had thrown it off her. She chased after it and pounced on its back, pushing it to the ground. She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf.

“Yes Beta, a leader, just like yourselves. But because of Night Shade our pack was ravaged and we were forced to be the rogues you look down upon.” His words make sense. The aura around him… the size of him… “You are an Alpha?” “No, I am nothing but a rogue am I not, Alpha?” Aiden says with a sad smile. “That is all I will ever be now.” “Which pack?” Cayden asks. “Midnight Blood Pack.” Aiden says. Cayden frowns. “I don’t think I know that one.”

As I headed towards the stairs, I saw an older man I’d never seen before, but the resemblance to Kalen was undeniable. “Ah, you must be Alyssa,” the man said, his tone friendly. Okay, so he knew me. “Uh, yeah. I am.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Rogue King Elijah.” This was the rogue king? I stood there, stunned for a moment. He looked so normal. Like any other man. For some reason, I’d expected something more. Something more… conniving, wicked, tricksy. Yet the king wasn’t any of those things. Realizing I was staring at him, I snapped out of my daze and said, “Oh, hello, pleasure to meet you too.”

“What’s your name?” The rogue, of course, didn’t answer. When he didn’t answer for some time, Elijah let a low growl rumble in his throat. I watched in rapt fascination—and maybe just a touch of horror—as Elijah roughly grabbed a fistful of the rogue’s tawny blond hair and wrenched his head up, revealing a weathered face with a scar running across his stubbled cheek. “Name,” Elijah barked. The rogue shuddered a little. “John.”

Del Morino and his pack were even more powerful than I had expected. Luca had been caught and It seemed like every plan I had failed or almost failed. That boy was just a fool. How could he be this careless? Maybe it was because he was just interested in the money rather than giving me information and only the moon goddess knew what he wanted to tell me. But then someone had to give me a new weapon that no one had ever seen. Something invisible and deadly. It was at that moment that I heard rumors that he was a rogue Alpha who was unclaimed by any pack and unbound by any laws. Some muttered that he was a genetic creation that no one wanted the result of twisted experiments.

Meg said with another eye roll. Juliet smiled naughtily. "I know you said you didn't want to meet Derek so, I want you to meet Jean- Claude Debussy Monet the Third" Meg could not stop herself from laughing out loud and long till her stomach hurt and other thoughts were forgotten. "Who the fuck bears The Pussy?" "It's Debussy", Juliet corrected, trying to put on a straight face. "I get it's The Pussy but who the hell names their child that?" "D E B U S S Y", Juliet spelt out loud, laughing.