Ezra Bridger Rebels Novels & Stories

“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.

Eren has a small smile playing on his lips, pleased with himself as he is remembering his successful plan. "The house was encircled by the police force and my brothers were arrested. I was found tied up in the basement and the cops concluded that I was kidnapped. I attested all their crimes, murder, theft, drug dealing, kidnapping. After more than three years, I was finally freed. My brothers have been condemned twenty years of prison but for me..." He pauses, his gaze dropping to the floor. "They are dead." There is a moment of silent before he looks at me, his eyes fluttering. "All I wanted was to come back to you but I was so scared of how you would react. I was also afraid that you had s

" 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."

“Moon Goddess… if you’re still out there… if you’re listening, then let this reach Colin. Let him know I am alive. I need him. I need my second in command. My brother in arms." Ezra. Ezra’s voice resonates deep in my mind. It is as clear as moonlight, calm as always, with that irritating confidence that makes me want to punch him and hug him at the same time. Yeap, that is Ezra's voice alright. “Do not trust Drake. He’s not working alone. Gather those loyal to the Nightwalker name and head to the Ruins. We’ll take back the pack. Together.” His voice fades and I am left standing there, grinning like an idiot who just got a “hello” text from someone they thought was dead.

EZRA I stand before the Twelve. Behind them, the Seven Chiefs perch like crows on a wire, judging, watching, waiting. The room is cold. Too quiet. Like the air itself is holding its breath. I cross my arms, staring up at them, refusing to bow. I’m already halfway buried so there's no need to bend. Lord Naskai is the first to speak. “Ezra Vale, first turned, son of the Abyss, wielder of the Old Flame—”

Reginald even showed up, a somber look on his face. "Klaus, it's so good that you are finally taking this bold step. However we later discovered something about Ezra," he said, his voice low. "Ezra...was not exactly working for Synod, he just wanted to overthrow McKenna, he has since moved to the other side of New Eden and would most definitely not bother anyone for a long time." Klaus's eyes relaxed. "That's good to know, thank you Reginald, you helped us a lot more times than I can count," he said.

Caleb introduces Rahul to everyone. "Comrades, this is Rahul Taraka. We went to the same school, he is a senior student and just recently graduated," Caleb said introducing him to the group, "This is Alpha Ulric of the Emerald Gorge pack, that one is Arnou son of Marrouk of the Avalon tribe, this little one is Aaron of the southern Coastal tribe, you have met Alina and Amelia. We lead the team going to the underworld, with us is our warriors and elders who would guide us through our journey." Caleb started.

"From now on, we’re the ones doing the hunting. We’re going to the Spire. We’re going to find the Origin. And we’re going to take back our city." The Scrappers didn't cheer. They didn't roar. They simply picked up their rusted machetes and their scavenged rifles and began to march. It was a silent, gritty army of the "Redundant," led by a "Rejected Heiress" and a "Dying Alpha." As the Scrapper army reaches the gates of the Aethelgard Bridge, a single figure is waiting for them. It’s not a guard. It’s my mother, High Queen Elena.

"He's been through countless firefights and life-or-death situations. The Prince will be fine this time too!" Ignoring the flames, he plunged into the fire. Explosions continued without pause. The building kept collapsing. Burning debris rained down, and the air, thick with chemical smoke, burned hot and toxic. Relying on his emergency training and sheer resolve, Ezra forced a path through the inferno. Then he saw it. Through gaps between broken beams and flames, a tall figure staggered forward with stubborn determination. It was Bruce. He was alive. Relief surged through Ezra, then dropped just as quickly.