Ezra Inbestigators Novels & Stories

In one, I find something unexpected—two old, dusty burner phones. Curious, I pick one up and flip it open, only to realize there is only one number saved. I click into the message, and it catches my attention immediately. *Aiden has changed. He’s not who he used to be. Stay away." I scroll and read another one: *Ezra is away on mission. Find him* “Ezra? Who the hell is Ezra?” I shake my head and grab the second phone, flipping it open. Same setup, one saved number.

"Ezra, that's how three different true crime documentaries start." "It's not like that." "Sure. And I'm not stealing another fry right now." She stole another fry. "Just, you know. If 'anonymous friend' turns out to be a 45-year-old man named Gary, I want full credit for warning you." Despite himself, Ezra laughed .... the first real one all day. "Noted," he said. "I'll put it on Gary's tombstone." "Excellent planning." Some nights it was small things. Ezra complained about his father's campaign eating every dinner conversation, about reporters camped outside the gate before the fundraiser, about his mother's careful, worried eyes whenever she asked how school was. Small, safe things.

Ezra knew that they really need to find their leader to at least know the motive of the rogues. He stayed up all night, together with Axel, Daniel and some ranking members in the pack in preparation for the attack only for it not to come. Early the next morning, he went to bed. When he woke up that day, he was surprised to find Nina seated on the side of the bed. There was a small stool with a covered glass. The smell of brewed tea wafted into his nostrils. He quickly sat up. "You stayed up all night." She stated, and he nodded.

I wait for Layla to apply the final touch before I excuse myself to answer the call. "Hello," I say answering the phone "Hello ma’am, my apologies for not reaching out to you for quite a long time. I was gathering enough information and evidence. And with what I have now, you will be surprised." "What do you mean?" I ask "I found out who Ezra is." He says My heart skips when I hear the name ‘Ezra’ It’s been so long since I heard that name. I have completely forgotten that I told him to search on Ezra.

Ezra returned quickly. Elliot: 1 Lilliana: 0

Ezra growled, his eyes glinting wildly. I knew he was at his breaking point, and a little push from me would send him over the edge. I didn’t want that. It would ruin the whole point of this: entertainment. “Are you going to tell me who you are?” Ezra asked again, trying his luck. “Why do you want to know who I am? Why is it important to you?” “So that I’d know who I’m dealing with,” “You know a lot of witches, don’t you?” I smiled when his nostrils flared with annoyance, “Of course you do. After all, you spent years hunting them down and killing every last one of them, didn’t you?”

*** Ezra sat up in bed, switching on his bedside lamp. "Should we really not tell Mommy?" he whispered, distressed and barely able to sleep. Ella turned, eyes sharp. "Ezra, can you keep a secret?" Ezra hesitated, “But Mom will be mad…” Ella lowered her voice. "Aunt Irene is closer to Papa now. We have to obey her." Ezra swallowed hard. “If Mom finds out…” Ella’s whisper was like a blade. “…I won’t be your twin anymore.”

Ezra didn't stutter in the slightest. "What do you know about Saintess, Miss Beryl?" Cecilia asked angrily. “You ask what I know about Saintess?” Ezra didn't change her cold expression. “I don't know much about Saintess, except that we have faith that Gods do exist.” Cecilia furrowed her brows. More and more she was being repelled in front of Ezra as if what she had planned for Ezra would soon fail. If what she suspected that Ezra was a regressor who could remember her previous life was true, then Cecilia had to be more careful. This meant that Ezra knew that Celine was a Saintess, and Ezra would be more careful not to be exposed as a fake Saintess.

“Banished, eh? Tell us this , why were you skulking Kaelen’s gardens? Spying? Sabotage? Or simply asleep on wrong rooftops?” Ezra leaned into the accusation he’d already planned. “I was running, he said. Running from the kind of people who promise shelter and then hang you for curiosity. I thought I might find work. I thought if I could sell information, I could buy a roof.” “And if we bought, asked the silver-toothed man, how would we trust you? You could be a planted rat.”

So, I was trying to figure out if this was some way of the government getting rid of us without letting us know that it was them because they promised us immunity after we destroyed those creatures that were actually killing humans. “You’re up early.” Ezra said, sitting up in his bed while I was sitting at the desk in our bedroom. “I know. I’ve just been trying to get some research done.” I said, closing the laptop. “Come here.” He said. So I walked back over to the bed and he pulled me onto the bed and he pulled me close to him and engulfed me in his arms. “I know that this is driving you crazy. But we’ve got scouts out there and we are doing everything we can to try and find them.” He said