Ezra Bridger Rebels Novels & Stories

“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.

The sun was just cracking through the clouds and as soon as the day was clear humans would come out which meant they couldn’t fight in wolf form. Ezekiel had outsmarted her once again. She noticed a familiar face among the men. “Bradley is that you?” she called out to him. He used to be a warrior, Noah’s comrade though he was not as strong and never climbed up the ranks among the pack warriors. “The custodians let you live then?” was his snide response. “If you think they were going to kill me then you’re even dumber than I thought, Bradley.” She took a tentative step closer. “What did my uncle promise you? Will he make you the head of the warriors? Where is Lawrence? Is he no longer command

Ezra says lightly, telling me that he’s by my side. I cast a grateful nod in his direction. “No one will mourn him when he’s gone, but it will be a hard battle. You don’t have to fight it with me over a girl we just found.” “She’s not any girl,” Ezra quips. “She’ll be an Ackles soon. I’m honor bound to protect her. Plus, you’re my brother.” “That’s right. She’ll be an Ackles soon.” And that’s all that matters.AURORA

Alpha James stated, waving the stun gun near Ezra's face. Ezra gasped in surprise, which quickly turned into a cold glare. "Is that supposed to scare me?" he inquired. "You have disappointed me, son. You have betrayed my trust and forgotten your mission because of your little puppy love. Now, your life revolves around a girl who can't even keep her panties clean," Alpha James remarked, placing the stun gun on his lap. He attempted to touch Ezra's face, but Ezra jerked his head away, preventing the contact.

Ezra growls low in my head, frustration vibrating through the bond. “Can we go back to Silvara and Anika now? I have a bad feeling. Something’s off. We’re too far away from the pups… and I don’t trust Briar.” That last word drips with venom. Ezra’s jealousy is never subtle. “He wants her for himself,” he growls again. “He always has. He hides behind loyalty, but it’s a lie.” I sigh, rubbing my temple as I scan the trees.