Rogue Name Generator Novels & Stories

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

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.

I could sense that my wolf was pissed with me, but I was the one in control right now and while I was in control, I wasn't going to allow Blake anywhere near me. "At least tell me your name. Don't you think he has the right to know that?" Jayson asked me, until he asked that question, I had totally forgotten that I hadn't given them my name. No one knew my name, they only knew I was a rogue to be feared. "It's for the best he knows nothing since I don't plan on accepting him anytime soon." I sighed, my gaze never leaving that of Jasyon as he continued to study me and process the answers I was giving him.

I put the gun back on the table and sat on the chair opposite him. “We haven’t had the pleasure to meet yet. My name is Dean. What’s your name?” He just looked at me like I was an idiot. That’s good. I like to wait to pull out the big guns. “Do you not have a name? I mean I’ve heard life without a pack can be rough. Maybe there wasn’t anybody there to give you a name.” He kind of twitched a little at that one. Ok I guess that hits a nerve. It usually does with rogues. We can usually tell how long they’ve been rogues by the reaction that statement gets. This guy seems like he’s been alone for a while. “I guess we can just call you John Doe. Or maybe dumbass, since you got yourself captured by

*ROGUE* I take in a few details about him and I'm happy that we share the same jet-black hair unlike my mother who has fierce red hair that always stands out. He gave me a puzzled look. "That's a strange name, little girl, did your mother name you that because you're a rogue wolf?" He taunted me, making me feel annoyed. I smirked at him. "You have a strange name too isn't Lain weird it's almost like the word line" I fired back crossing my arms over my chest.

Just tell me. Where's the fun in that? -R What does R stand for? I have a feeling you know, Indianna. -R Indianna took a deep breath and typed the 5 letters. Rogue. Greyson hides me from you, now you're going to hide me from him. -R It is you. You're Rogue? Yes, Indianna. And you aren't going to tell your stupid mate otherwise I'll make sure you never hear the word 'sugar' ever again.

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

The Rogue remained quiet after that, and we stood side by side. I decided to break the silence when it became too much. "What does the Pack Alpha need you for?" Surprisingly, my question made the Rogue smile. The gesture looked odd on his sharp face but lightened his severe features. There was a spark in his grey eyes as he looked down on me. "What's your name?" I furrowed my brows as I stared back at him. "W-what...? I asked you first." "You can call me Lance," he answered, ignoring my protest. "If you tell me your name, maybe I'll tell you why I'm here."

Even Silas seemed to deflate, the fight draining out of him under his leader’s withering disapproval. Rogue turned back to me. The glacial eyes held mine. "My apologies, Mr. Reynolds," he said, the words unexpected, delivered with a stark sincerity that threw me more than any threat. "For the… unwelcome reception. And for the threats made against you and your companion. They were unauthorized and unacceptable." He gave a slight, formal nod. "My name is Rogue. I lead the Eagle Brothers. You carved the Crown of Azura. That demands a certain… respect. And a conversation."

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength