Rogue Name Generator Novels & Stories

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me and then at Dylan. I turned to face Dylan as well, wondering if he would go against my order. Dylan nodded toward the men, and slowly, they released the Rogues. "Thank you Luna," the Rogue said, bowing his head in my direction. "What is your name?" I asked him, and then turned to look around at the other three Rogues. "My name is Adam. This Peter," he pointed to the first guy who had spoken to me at the parking lot.

“I don’t have a name, Alpha. I was born to a rogue and have always been a rogue. We weren’t allowed to have names.” “So what’s your mate’s called?” He cleared his throat. “36.” “Why is she 36? How do you get your numbers?” “We are called by the number in which we were born to the rogues. My mate is 19. I am 23.” “Interesting. Terse, please, take 17 and 36 to one of our safe houses. Stay with them until I get there.” He nodded and started to walk away. “Oh, and please, get them a damn name book. A number is not an okay name. Let them choose.”

The head rogue asks me. Holding up a single finger, I signal for them to wait until I can compose myself. Once the laughter dies down in my chest I straighten myself back up and look at the massive rogue standing before me. He, just like the other nine rogues, has a confused look on his face. "It is just his name," I gasp out between the breaths that I am using to control my laughter. "I just assumed that he would have a more intimidating name. Like Blade or Killer... But Joffrey? That couldn't be less intimidating."

The other wolves that I had spotted during my scan remained hidden, probably waiting for a signal before they stepped out. The rogue chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. "You can call me Shade. The Rogue Alpha, as they like to say." The gall of this guy. I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to decipher the text. As I read the characters, I silently cursed. I was fluent in numerous languages, including Greek. And the words MADCREST PRIDE were tattooed on the man's neck in Greek characters. The Werewolf Council has given the go-ahead to pursue MADCREST PRIDE—a pack of rogues. Rogues are werewolves who have either been expelled from their pack or fled of their own free will. Being a lone wolf for an extended period of time without a pack drives them insane, but a hundred years ago, rouges discovered a means to extend their lives by forming their own pack. Due to the conflict between the initial leaders of the rogues and werewolves, which ultimately led t

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.

“Fine, but just to town” “No problem, I am happy to help” I throw my bag in the trunk and climb in. “What’s your name handsome?” “Alpha Damien” “You are an Alpha?” “Yes, what shall I call you?” A lot of Rogues change their names to hide their identity from their packs, so I was expecting something stupid. “Aria” It wasn’t some random name, it was actually quite a popular she-wolf name. She keeps her eyes on the road, digging her manicured hand into a bag of sweets. She wasn’t how I expected her.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.