Novel & Cerita Rogue Name Generator

*Are you hitting on me Alpha, you know I’m taken,* he joked back. *Well I thought about holding your hand but I don’t want to make anyone jealous,* I said. *We would certainly be the talk of the woods,* he chuckled. Just then, about a mile into the trek, we caught a distinct rogue scent and we all abruptly stopped. Rogues have a unique scent that is hard to explain. They smell like a bunch of things at once. Being in a pack you have your own scent, possibly you carry a bit of your mate. But you smell mostly like yourself. Rogues can lose their unique scent, as a way to throw off enemies and keep them from being easily traced. Their spirit is wild and that’s what they project. So … either Zan

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.

“You allowed so many to treat you so badly?” How can he so easily have given up his right to a title? His heritage? I know their pack was small, but they were hoping one day to go back, surely?... “We will always be rogues in people’s minds.” Aiden says. “But you are an Alpha.” Cayden says, his voice showing his shock. Aiden sighs once more. “Yes, I am an Alpha. Is that worth anything anymore? What would I be considered, a rogue Alpha?”

“The purebloods are getting ready to pounce on you. It’s practical for you to be in a pack than be a rogue.” Lincoln dropped the million-dollar question: “And what do you want from me?” Patrina licked her lips. It was almost like she was nervous. “I can offer you shelter and protection. In exchange... …marry me and by my Alpha.”

I asked. " Come with us. We will take you to the site." He says. " Before we go anywhere. You know my name. What's yours?" I asked. " I am Landon. Leader of the rogues. The Rogue King." He introduced himself.

Luke tried to keep a straight face as replied, “I believe Leana would be the perfect person to answer that question.” His mother chuckled again. “I see she has taken a liking to your mate.” She paused for some seconds as they kept on walking, before asking, “What is her name?” “Eleanor.” What a pretty name. “What happened? Why did such a pretty girl become a rogue?” “She lost her family to a rogue attack. The same rogue attack.” His mother’s ambience immediately changed. “Well that’s sad,” she said, but it was obvious she was more angry than sad. “And what was her plan as a rogue?”

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

GIGI'S POV The darkness of the forest engulfed me as I struggled to free myself from their tight grip. They dragged me around like a lifeless body, their eyes filled with disgust and contempt. "Rogue!" they hissed, spitting out the word like a curse. My heart sank as I realized the irony of my situation: I had spent my entire time in this forest fighting against these same rogues, yet now I was being named after them.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.