Rogue Name Generator Novels & Stories

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Clark hissed at her. "And, you are my prisoner, I'll do whatever pleases me with you", he threatened. "I won't, someone will come and find me here!" She hissed. "It's hard to find something that you look at every day and can't see properly", Clark said. "I can't believe how disgusting you are, what do you think I am? She asked in disbelief. "I'm Alpha Rogue, my pack has no name, and if it were a name for us, it would be bloodthirsty, so don't tempt me!" He shouted.

But the mention of a rogue stirred something within her—a flicker of curiosity and unease. Alpha Rowan, the Alpha of the Red moon pack, stood at the pack’s main hall, his presence commanding as he observed the rogue being dragged in by two warriors. The rogue’s head hung low, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was an air of defiance in his posture. “State your name,” Alpha Rowan ordered, his voice firm. The rogue lifted his head slowly, his piercing green eyes locking with Rowan’s. “My name is Corbin,” he said, his tone calm despite his circumstances.

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."

Rogue stepped back. “That’s it,” she said softly. “You’re free. Leave. Run. Forget the bikers. Forget all about the fights. Forget all of this.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And pray to whatever God you serve that Viper never finds you.” I stood slowly, my knees stiff. “And you?” I asked. “I’m heading north. Changing my name if I have to.” Rogue slung her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t follow me. Don’t call me. Don’t ask me for help. I’ve given you more help than anyone alive has gotten from me.”

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

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.

Anibe : Rogue, I'll see you tomorrow. Rogue : I'm not coming to school tomorrow. Or on Monday Anibe : truant! He laughed and dragged in his cigarette then looked at me and puffed it out, still looking at me. . Rogue : what's your name? Anibe : that's enough. Bye He pushed me towards my car. He opened the door and I sat in. He went through the other side and entered then started the car He turned the car to face the street Rogue: thanks for the car!

“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.”