Warrior Cat Rogue Names Novels & Stories

I repeated, "Because alpha's are strong and rogues-well, they are weak and they are only allowed to mate with their own kind." I hated calling myself a rogue, the term itself wasn't rogue, in the early 80's, rogues were called mongrels, a dog that belonged nowhere. Lone-wolf, rogue and rascal were other words to describe a wolf that had separated from it's pack. To satisfy himself, Martin went through the script again and then nodded his head, "Well, that's bad."

The rogues, undaunted by the show of strength, charged forward. Thane and his team stood their ground, ready to meet the attack. Ryker, a towering figure with razor-sharp claws, took down the first rogue with a swift swipe of his paw. The rogue yelped in pain and crumpled to the ground. Thane, meanwhile, faced off against the leader of the rogues, a massive gray wolf with a scar above his left eyebrow. The wolf snarled and snapped, but Thane stood firm, his eyes locked on his opponent.

I'll join you in a minute! We went up to the roof, and we were met with an unbelievable sight. Rogues normally only run in groups of twenty or so. There must be two hundred of them. This isn't just a rogue attack." Conri said, "There is an Alpha, somewhere, who is challenging us. An Alpha is the only one who can get rogues together like this." I said, "Time to rain some lightning bolts." I started raining large lightning bolts on every area that I saw rogues in. I knew our warriors were skilled enough to avoid them while fighting, so I wasn't really worried about hitting any of them. As soon as I started seeing warriors fall, I raised my arms and said, "sana mea bellatores". They all jumped

Sybil’s POV The man that dropped the gold coin on my head was the second in command, he was known as Eris, and he worked directly with the ruthless rogue alpha. There had been stories about the rogue alpha. Usually, stories were more rumors in packs, but not him, every story was real. How heads hung by the gate of his mansion as a warning to traitors. He didn’t need any petty fear, your head would just as easily add to his collection. He has many names. Great Wolf. The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher.

he growls. I narrow my eyes. “I have a mate for that, so no thank you. Your name.” I demanded, pushing out my aura again. He is buckling at the strength of my aura, “Rodney!” he growls. “Lie.” Roxie quietly said behind me. I looked at the rogue, “We are off to a bad start if you can’t give me your name.” I told him. He looked at my mate, “Carter.” He says, looking down.

The other warrior whose skin was lighter than the other said in one breath. The two warriors had successfully gained Joanna's and Micah's attention. Unknowingly, Micah had found his way to the living room while holding a plate of fries mixed with ketchup. "What! Speak clearly! What is going on?" Alasdair cursed under his breath. Only if he could force out the answer from the warriors mouth, he'd have. "Alpha, the thing is, a female rogue is claiming to be your mate and refuses to leave until she sees you," the darkly tanned warrior announced.

The bigger of the two Rogues spoke, licking his lips watching me slowly back up. "I would watch how you speak to our future Queen." Nate said through gritted teeth. He wanted to rip the man’s throat out for even implying he would touch me. "Now, now, little alpha boy, the three of you are no match for us, but if you like to give it a go then come on then." The man taunted, waving them to come fight him. His partner chuckled next to him. They were consider Rogues by the kingdom standards, but not by the goddess. A true Rogue was a lone wolf with no pack that lost his humanity. I could tell these wolves belonged to no pack, but they weren't feral.

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?”

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

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.