Rogue Names Warrior Cats Novels & Stories

I asked "It was good actually, we meet the future Alpha as of now he is head warrior at their pack. We discussed lots of new techniques of fighting and sparing and Jason invited him tomorrow for the party. He is very strong Alpha, you get that domineering aura that emits from him." "Hmm" I was not interested in any Alpha in middle of night. "And his name is not Rogan or Rayman. It’s Ric...." Before he could complete his sentence, I flipped him on his back and straddled him. "I am not interested in what his name is. Only one name have my undivided interest. Do you know that name?" I said, tracing my finger on his sharp jaws. He just kept staring at me. "It’s Viktor..."I whispered in his ears

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

She didn’t deserve a scoff, and she definitely didn’t deserve to get fired because of me. I wasn’t that shitty of a person to leave her surrounded by wolves—literally. Even if she was rogue-branded. “Watch where you’re going, omega,” I had said coldly. “I-I’m not an omega,” she had stammered back. It hadn’t occurred to me she’d be a rogue instead of just an unranked wolf. Rogues had no pack, therefore no loyalty. They were threats; challengers, rule-breakers—criminals. They had no place among packs as long as their bad reputation persisted.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

I shoved back the rogue that had my warrior pinned and hefted him up. I tossed him to the nearest warrior to get back to the carriage and turned back. Violet was already jumping back into it, and another wave of howls filled the air. They had to be reinforcements for the rogues, and I shook my head. “Well, I’ll be damned…” One of the warriors said. “What kind of woman are you marrying, alpha?” I laughed. “A warrior.”

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

Maddox puffed his chest and crossed his arms against it. “Show us you are worthy to become one of us, Catherine.” He said proudly, and I wanted to roll my eyes, but I kept my expression stoic as I met the warrior’s gaze in front of me. “Luna Catherine…” The warrior nodded his head and was about to position himself when I spoke, making him snap his head in my direction again. “My name is Catherine Montrell,” I emphasized my last name. “Call me, Lady Montrell, warrior.” He swallowed before a genuine smile tugged on his mouth, but it was gone in seconds. The fierceness in his eyes was gone as well, replaced by respect and fascination, giving me hope that he would not aim for the kill.

one of the rogues sneered, his voice dripping with menace. Damian stepped forward, his stance strong and defiant. “You’re not getting anywhere near it,” he growled. The rogue laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “We’ll see about that.” With a sudden burst of movement, the rogues attacked, their snarls filling the air as they charged at the group. Kyla’s heart raced as the battle erupted around her. She watched in horror as the warriors clashed with the rogues, their growls and roars echoing through the forest.

"He had just recently become alpha. He was strong but prideful. Hate swelled inside of him. A hate dedicated to rogues. The next morning, he asked me what pack I was from," I closed my eyes, my heart going out for the beautiful female in front of me. It didn't take a genius to figure out why I hadn't heard of her mate before. The Blessed Warriors never joined a traditional pack. Considered rouges to the rest of the world because of their loyalty to a dead Goddess.