Ezra Bridger Rebels Novels & Stories

“Come for me. Let the child feel who owns you.” Alex shattered shuddering against the rooftop edge, seed spilling into his pants as the child kicked wildly. The orgasm cleared some of the fog. His aim steadied. The rebel cell arrived moments later twenty fighters, ragged but determined, led by a woman named Aisha who had lost her entire family to the first wave. She nodded at them, eyes flicking to Alex’s belly but saying nothing. “We hold the bridge,” she said. “You two are the symbol. The ones who survived everything. Stay alive.”

Ezekiel moved fast like flowing water, precise and deadly, dropping one attacker before turning to another. But they kept coming. And all the while they chanted. "False Bridge." "False Bridge." "False Bridge." The words hit me harder than I wanted to admit. Because a part of me had started asking the same question. What if they were right? What if there really was another Bridge? What if everything Mira died protecting was built on a lie? The hesitation lasted only a heartbeat. But in battle, a heartbeat is enough. A blast of dark energy hit my shoulder.

It seemed no one knew yet. “Ezra was going to join Arrick in this war. He had illegal weapons in his pack that he planned on using against us.” Merrick was the first to speak. “Are you the one who killed him?” Raina didn’t squirm under everyone's gaze. If anything, she stood taller, radiating confidence and strength. “I am.”

“If we don’t move now, no one’s making it. He knows the risk.” Rio’s fangs clenched, but he nodded sharply. “We’re coming back for you. I swear it.” “Then don’t waste my strength,” Silas growled, his voice shaking with effort. “MOVE!” “Move!” Rio barked. The rebels surged forward cautiously, helping their wounded onto the slick, undulating bridge of roots. The structure groaned under their weight, tendrils tightening as they gripped each other for balance. Celine and Odessa brought up the rear, scanning the trees for any lurking threats.

Ezra said, "But please, don't do anything that might put you in a tough position will you? I am not gonna hesitate to slaughter you with my own claws and fangs. Do you understand?" Without asking further questions, Ezra slid closer to Lance and removed the handkerchief. "Will you consider hearing my plan?" he asked right away. "Just like Razel, I wanted to restore the name of my father's pack. I am willing to let you guys use me as bait." "Bait?" Razel clarified, "I guess you misheard us, Lance. We get you out of Aric's den to be our collateral in order to save my parents? Not to save the entire pack."

River cheered. Marco put her down on her feet and she was engulfed by her big brother’s arms. They all watched the siblings reunite. “We missed you sister.” Baltar’s voice resonated through Rebel. “We are ashamed for what happened.” Ezra said with his head down in shame. “Don’t blame yourself brother’s.” Tundra told them as she hugged them tight. “We are fine. No one hurt us.” She assured them. “But we should have been there to protect you.” Baltar said.

“You showed them that you are not just a bridge between worlds, but a foundation that cannot be shaken. Your mother would have been in awe of the woman you have become.” “I don't feel like a foundation, Dad,” Rebel whispered, her voice finally wavering as the adrenaline began to fade. “I feel like I'm holding up a mountain with a broken arm. Elijah’s brother is still out there. The coven is still watching. This was just one battle.”

Ezra I am a lot more shy then my sister, Astra, but getting to battle along side the Super Alphas in the Great War was amazing. She didn’t get to play such an active role in the battle, other then a few recon missions. I had no idea just how much my power could do and pairing up with Second Gamma Nathan was amazing. Alpha Jeremiah and Gamma Taylor were so amazing that I was in awe, just like Astra.

"She has nothing to do with this!" "Fine brother." Ethan begins to clap his hand, laughing like a devil. "You know what happen to those who betray us." "Don't try." Eren warns dangerously, squeezing my hand in his. Evan holds up his hands. "Relax bro. We won't avenge your betrayal right now. We want to enjoy the party too. But soon Eren." He jeers devilishly, his tone promising and resentful. "It's going to be a sweet revenge."

" I spoke, my voice dropping low, demanding the facts. Ezra didn't look at me. His amber eyes were wide, staring straight at Jared, completely blind to me or the room. His fists were still shaking violently at his sides, "I... I don't..." Ezra choked out, his voice cracking, raw Jared snorted, a cold, dry expression. He looked at Ezra, his silver eyes softening just a fraction, but the brutal power around his frame didn't dip. "He spent three years in a cage after the border raid. Too much trauma. His brain blocked a lot of shit out to keep him from breaking completely. I know my own blood, Commander. Look at the markings on his neck. Look at his eyes. He is a hybrid of my own line."