Ezra Bridger Rebels Novels & Stories

Bradville Darius and Elijah didn't think of telling anyone about their journey to Bradville though they deserved to know. It was Darius' suggestion and Elijah had no choice, but to sheepishly follow in his footsteps. Darius glanced at Elijah who was standing to his right, he looked at the front door before raising his fist to knock at it. They had compelled several humans before they found where Zachary Taylor resided. Elijah looked at the skies, the bright crystal blue becoming dark, and the moon rising from the horizon, Elijah gulped, he hoped that his journey to Bradville wasn't for nothing. Darius knocked again before a caramel-skinned young muscular man opened the door. Right there was

He had disappeared after betraying Thiago and me years ago, presumed dead in the wake of a bloody ambush that had left scars on both of our lives. “You look surprised,” Ezra said, his tone dripping with mockery as he crouched beside Thiago’s unconscious form. “What’s wrong, Bridgette? Did you think I’d just vanish without a trace?” My fists clenched at my sides. “What do you want?” Ezra chuckled, rising to his full height. “What I’ve always wanted. Power. Revenge. And, perhaps, a little...entertainment.” His eyes flicked to Thiago, then back to me. “You two have been very busy. Unfortunately, you’ve made it my business.”

Jacque Rhodes, the best dad I have ever seen in a very long time, had fallen to the floor, his life slipping before the crowd that would never understand why. Rebel was so shocked and bewildered, broken even, but I did what I had to do to survive, to get my freedom; Killian had ordered the murder of his own father as he assumed command of the organisation. He should be the guilty one and the bad one – not me. I was obeying a command as a soldier, but I could not stay; I had to go. I shoved the rifle into the bag, its cold metal against the fabric like it did not belong there like it was something that had no place in my life any longer. I ran my hands over my face, trying to calm down, but p

Ezra's flames were so hot they melted right through it almost instantly. “Ezra,” Reid whispered before closing his eyes and waiting for his son's flames to engulf him. He felt the painful burn as the flames touched him before they were suddenly gone. Reid was startled by the abrupt, bitter coldness and barely enough time to hold his breath before his head was submerged underwater.

"As much as he says he hates people, he hates brutes even more. He'll always get involved. It's who he is." Ezra turned as the footsteps grew louder and watched as Colton Stokes and Liam Lamont entered his camp, a small girl walking between them, clutching to a small doll. He closed his eyes again and sighed. Why was everyone in his camp? When he opened them again, he stared at Colton, the muscular, dark-haired man smiling at Ezra as he approached. The thinner, shaggy-haired Liam grinned as well, as he held the little girl's hand, their arms swinging back and forth as they walked. Ezra then dropped his gaze to the small, blond girl, her dimples pushing in her cheeks as her blue eyes gawked a

On the second day after the announcement, I saw them giggling as they accepted invites from a group of senior warriors. And then there was Ezra. This guy couldn’t take a single step without being swarmed. Girls, boys, fanboys, fangirls—everyone wanted to be on his team. I even saw a girl break down sobbing after he rejected her. She dropped out of school that same day. “What’s Ezra’s major?” I asked Roy. “You don’t know? He’s a warrior.” Of course he is. Tall, muscular, aggressive—total alpha-hole. “Is he any good?”

“He is a fascinating companion. He is well educated, cultured, and has been involved in politics extensively. His opinions are well formed and thoughtful. He is able to converse on a wide range of topics from agriculture through to art.” “He was ambassador to Alden,” he rose to his feet and crossed to the dresser in order to run a brush through his still-wet hair, before sitting in order to braid it back from his face. “However Greibron has been subject to trade agreements and taxes that has disadvantaged their people, and they have rebelled against the restrictions. Alden have ended trade, and closed its ports to Greibron as a result, seeking to starve them into compliance. Greibron is tryi

Elaina whispered as the scene changed once again. Elder Zacariah, Samantha, and Oliver stood back to back fighting off a group of ekek that had surrounded them. Despite Elder Lional and Elder Joseph seeming to not be much of fighters, Elder Zacariah was doing a damn good job of wielding the sword that he had in hand, cleanly cutting the ekek that got too close in half. As the scene changed again Elaina decided she had seen enough and turned her attention back to Ezra who had stood silently watching the entire time.

Ezra says in a growl. “Have your people prepare to cross the river. Get them out of Rifthold immediately.” “They won’t agree,” Ezra says, a soft smile touching his lips. “They’re still as stubborn as they’ve always been, Adrien.” No one calls Westfall that name. I watch the men clasp elbows, staring into each other’s eyes. Ezra says, “I never got the chance to say that I was sorry for the way things happened.” He glances at me, then back to Westfall. “She was… she was an angel among us.”

Maddox was shaking in anger, watching his mate lifeless in front of him. "I am sorry" Ezra added but it was cut short when Maddox got up and punched him. "Go apologize to my Lizy" Maddox gritted out, throwing another punch, not stopping for once. Ezra didn't defend himself, he had it coming.He deserve it.Even if Maddox kills him, there's nothing he needs to worry about.His brother is back just fine who can take the throne.After all, everyone wanted Heath Hart back. Maddox growled, almost about to rip Ezra's throat but stopped, feeling something call out to him.