Jedi Ezra Bridger Novels & Stories

He said and I raised an eyebrow, listening to their conversation in silence. “He?” He asked, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself. The beta’s heart raced and I frowned in confusion at that, somewhat curious about who would dare take the Lycan’s sister, surely the person who did it lost his mind. “Ezra.” He said, making my heart race. My mate was alive. “What do you mean, Ezra?” Killian asked, his tone hardening as he asked. “The man fucking died in the explosion, how…?”

Perhaps it would be his chance to get Yohan's Karmic Bloomfire. "You're not going anywhere," Gideon declared as he shifted his focus. Constantin wasn't going to get away, so suppressing Ezra was the priority. "I'm Ezra Ackley of Zonia Sect. How dare you attack me? You're defying your superiors and courting death," Ezra exclaimed, a mix of shock and anger in his voice. However, he held his ground. He removed Zonia beads from his neck and tossed them into the air. Instantly, the beads radiated a dazzling light.

" 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."

Now I know who they are because I saw their faces. I looked at Jackie and asked her for their names and she gave it to me. Ricardo Reyes, the one son of the owner who framed up Simon and the cause why Simon died, and his best friend/partners in crime. Lester Domingo. I looked at Jackie but I didn’t say anything. My black wings, bigger than me, just suddenly spread in an instant and I was so surprised I didn’t know that I had wings and it showed up in the time of need. I saw dad look at me and he was smiling at me. I didn’t know if he could see my wings but I knew he could see my wings. I glanced at myself in the mirror and I saw my eyes all black like I am not Isaac anymore. I jumped and my

“Lysithea? Is that infatuation that I hear in your tone?” Her expression froze at the thought as she tried to salvage it with an unnatural frown and a harrumph. “You’re pulling my leg, Lord Ezra. I see Zayn as a little brother. Plus… He’s never thought about opposing Sicut In Caelo.” They were the only two people the organization had deployed for the mission. Initially, it was the Saint’s directive that three superior-class fourth-tier fighters would assist Ezra Sword for the mission, but the young man had only wanted Lysithea’s help.

Ezra frowns. “Training.” The bridge can interact with neural networks, artificial intelligence, and possibly even the predator’s own systems. Matteo whistles softly. “So Aidan becomes the galaxy’s most important hacker.” I rub the back of my neck. “No pressure.” The Custodian continues. However training requires guidance. Ezra’s eyes narrow. “Guidance from who.” The being turns slightly. From someone who already understands the bridge. My stomach tightens. “What do you mean already.” The chamber darkens slightly.

Of the way his middle daughter had looked at him across the ruined room (eyes ancient, unforgiving). He thought of ambition, sharp and bright as a drawn blade. He thought of the way Elara had never once called him Father. He bowed lower. “I accept, Your Majesty.” Aldred sank back against the pillows, exhausted but triumphant. “Good. We understand each other. Leave me.” Frederic rose. At the door he paused. “Will she… suffer?” Aldred’s laugh was a death rattle. “She will live forever, General. Isn’t that mercy enough?”

Ezra had fired the man who betrayed him and then quietly saved the person that man had been trying to protect. He didn't tell anyone. Didn't mention it to me. Didn't bring it up with Dominic except as a logistical matter. Didn't put it on any record that would connect his name to the act. He just did it, silently, the same way he'd covered my father's debts. The same way he'd sat in a chair by my bed all night without being asked. Ezra Crane, who could interrogate a man with the cold precision of a surgeon, had a blind spot the size of a continent for innocent people caught in someone else's war.

“What was it thinking?” Petra swallowed. “It kept repeating a name.” “What name?” She looked at him. “The Flame.” Elsewhere, Unknown Location In a darkened chamber lit by soft red glows, a figure stepped forward. Young. Barefoot. With stormy gray eyes. Ezra, but older. He stepped to a console, placing his hand against a smooth surface. A screen flickered to life. “Welcome back, Prime Vessel.” He smiled faintly. “I remember everything now.”

Brandon POV: Leia and I spent the last couple days getting everything ready to go while she made some phone calls. She still didn't want a lot of people to know so she could come back in peace and I knew it was only a matter of time before everyone knew we were there. Brad and I had come up with a plan of sorts to keep people back a little bit at first. He was going to stay with us for a little while but today I needed to tell Leia about the elders and what we are going to be walking back in to. I haven't told her Pythia is battling the elders on top of being pregnant but she is due any day now if she hasn't already and then what comes after will be a crazy ride for all of us. "What are you