Jedi Ezra Bridger Novels & Stories

Her gaze shifted ever so slightly, but there was no telling what was on her mind. … Zeke placed down the phone and looked toward the middle-aged man in a blue shirt standing before him in a mansion. “Guardian Coridon.” Zeke bowed down to express his respect. Eden Joy employed five guardians, and they were named Palace, Trade, Cornelius, Odele, and Coridon. They would go by the identity of businessmen in the different parts of Skyriv on usual days. The outsiders were completely unaware that they were peak-level grandmasters. In fact, some had already reached the warlord level.

"Avery, help me with him!" Ezra's screen went wild with errors. "No, no, no. It's ejecting me. Full lockdown. My rig's bricked. I can't... I can't feel my hands right." I looped an arm under his shoulders, the gas burning my throat. "Talk through it. What does this Architect do? How do we beat it?" "Doesn't matter now," Ezra gasped, legs buckling as we dragged him. "Built to learn. Adapts mid-hack. Probably some exiled genius who hates the empire but sells traps to the highest bidder. We walked into a honey pot."

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.”

The silence in the court was heavy enough to crush breath. I stood by the entrance, still unsure if I was meant to step further in or turn around and run. The high stone walls loomed, ancient and scarred with time, each Watcher posted like a statue carved from obedience. I scanned the room—and saw Kema Drya seated at the head. Commander of the Sky Border. His gaze found me instantly. Calm. Unreadable. "Come forward, Cadet Ishola," he said.

“You spent my whole damn life teaching me your rules, your codes, your tactics… and now, what? You’re just gonna pull the rug out?” Ezra’s expression hardened. “I was grooming a leader. Not a diplomat. Not a boy who thinks alliances are more valuable than loyalty, so maybe there I failed.” I stepped forward again, fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t get to question my loyalty when you’re the one who betrayed it in the first place. You brought me here to Miami to lead but you're not even giving me the chance to do that.” He ignored my words, focusing on the first sentence. “You know everything I’ve done has been for this family,” he said.

Ash is equally furious at her hands on another male, proud of her disposition and turned on at her attitude towards our possessiveness. “Everyone, this is Ezra. He is a border guard. He saved one of his friends and would have died, had Maddie not healed him. His parents are planning on killing Maddie and want to send their son away, only to call him back when they have succeeded with their plan and make him ranked or something. Did I miss anything?” I look at Ezra, who shakes his head. The others are in an uproar, but Maddie yells at them to shut the fuck up, which they do with surprised looks. I chuckle. She is a fierce one, my mate.

“Ezra? What does Ezra have to do with all this?” “Ezra works here. More precisely he works for DoD as an assassin.”

His mother knelt beside him, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Mira stood guard. Jorrin and Lysa watched the sky. And above them— Stars. Not many. Not all. But enough to start again. Ezra rose slowly, his eyes glowing white, gold, silver. “I remember,” he whispered. His mark flared. “Azriel remembers.” --- The ground beneath them trembled—not with fear, but recognition. From the edge of the ravine, a figure stepped into view. Cloaked. Hooded. Neither Fold nor Unbound.

“Once the idea is born, it spreads like blood.” Luca looked at her, eyes dark. “You didn’t just stop the culling. You rewrote the natural order.” She turned slowly. “You think nature ever cared for order?” He flinched — not from her words, but from the truth in them. Outside the Fortress At dusk, a preacher stood before the crowd — a tall man with a scarred face and golden eyes. His name was Ezra Vale, once a Veil scientist, now a self-proclaimed prophet.

But you are here with me. Oh, God. Azael is right. My father isn't even here. We get to the first floor, outside, and Azael takes the rope to go down. The brigades arrive and without asking anything, they obey Azael's orders, beginning to go down the way we have climbed.