Ezra Bridger Rebels Novels & Stories

The toxic screamer will be dead, and I will maybe be alive. “Do we have anything to set them on fire? I don’t have a lighter.” I asked on the radio. “I do.” Ezra whispered again. Thank god for that! After a few more heartbeats that took forever. I reached the area where Ezra was. There were a lot of dead mutants on the ground. Even 5 brutes. Ezra came out of the shadows where he was hiding. He looked a bit worn out, but thankfully, he looked to be in one piece. I handed him one of the many scarves I tied around me so he could cover his face.

Sydney watched in displeasure but didn't utter a word as the Alpha steered Ezra towards the exit. Ezra's heart didn't stop pounding as he was led towards the horse still waiting out front. He could feel the anger coming off Alpha Cage in waves and he knew he had fucked up. He hadn't meant to let what he knew about the rebellion slip but it had come out anyway, and now he was regretting it. Alpha Cage lifted him onto the horse without as much as another word and mounted right after he did. They were in the same position as they had been when they arrived but now there was tension...and anger.

“If you value the rebels that left with you, find your way to The Bridge, Rain. Now.” A wave of terror washed over Rain as she tried to process what that might mean. The rebels that had escaped with her? Did someone have one of her friends at The Bridge? Was that possible? All three of them had left the building. Surely, they wouldn’t come back. If they got out, why would any of them come back? She knew the answer in her head before she could even process the answer. She knew who would come back, and she knew why Rain looked around--how did she get to The Bridge from where she was standing?

“You spent my whole damn life teaching me your rules, your codes, your tactics… and now, what? You’re just gonna pull the rug out?” Ezra’s expression hardened. “I was grooming a leader. Not a diplomat. Not a boy who thinks alliances are more valuable than loyalty, so maybe there I failed.” I stepped forward again, fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t get to question my loyalty when you’re the one who betrayed it in the first place. You brought me here to Miami to lead but you're not even giving me the chance to do that.” He ignored my words, focusing on the first sentence. “You know everything I’ve done has been for this family,” he said.

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

He hesitates, and that hesitation tells me he’s been wondering the same thing. Finally, he says, “Then we find her before she finds us.” I look up at him, searching his eyes for something solid. “And if she’s me?” His jaw tightens. “Then we save her, too.” That’s Axel — always chasing the impossible. Always choosing mercy when the world demands war. He reaches for my hand. “Come on. There’s something you should see.” --- The walk through the rebuilt city feels like a dream I barely remember having. The skyline glows with faint lights, streetlamps flickering to life one by one. People have returned — engineers, families, scavengers — all rebuilding what Genesis broke.

“Yeah, it definitely knows something’s about to happen.” Ezra finally speaks. “Then don’t make it wait.” I look at him. There is no hesitation in his voice. No doubt. But there is something else. Something quieter. Something he is not saying out loud. Don’t go too far. I nod slightly. Then I turn my focus inward. Toward the bridge. Toward the connection that now defines more of me than anything else. The coalition responds instantly. Awareness sharpening. Attention focusing. Bridge bearer. The voice is no longer distant.

Perhaps it would be his chance to get Yohan's Karmic Bloomfire. "You're not going anywhere," Gideon declared as he shifted his focus. Constantin wasn't going to get away, so suppressing Ezra was the priority. "I'm Ezra Ackley of Zonia Sect. How dare you attack me? You're defying your superiors and courting death," Ezra exclaimed, a mix of shock and anger in his voice. However, he held his ground. He removed Zonia beads from his neck and tossed them into the air. Instantly, the beads radiated a dazzling light.

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”