Who Is Ezra In Star Wars Novels & Stories

Now known as the Rogue King, his name alone was enough to make grown warriors flinch. He was Zeke’s half-brother. Two years older. Twice as feared. And now, he was here. Goddess knew why. Ezra’s boots echoed on the bar floor as he moved forward, each step slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. He was a predator with all the time in the world.

They all can! Ezra swears the only way he's leaving this place is if he's dead. He moves through enemy after enemy, ignoring the pain in his body and the fatigue that he began feeling a while ago. He can no longer hold his own source of electricity. He can only draw on it from the walls now. The enemy just kept coming, an endless flow of enemies with one intent: KILL!

“Go on, Alpha. Before you start rewriting our defense strategies just to distract yourself.” Ezra did not need further prompting. He departed the strategy room in brisk strides, ignoring the lighthearted amusement of a pair of guards who saluted him as he passed. Each step seemed to carry him closer to the bounding pulse of Alara’s presence. He found himself scanning corridors and courtyards, navigating the fortress with practiced ease, until a servant mentioned seeing Alara in the infirmary.

He quickly rolled his chair, almost bashing into Aron and Marian. Marian paused. "Ezra... What are you doing here? You are… supposed to…be in your room." Ezra's eyes darted around, looking for Sarah, but she was nowhere to be seen. He was visibly shaking, and sweat began pouring on the sides of his head. "Sir, that is your baby," Aron said as he ran to his sides. I am 100 percent sure," Aron said to me. "Where…is she… Where is Sarah?" He rolled his chair to the door.

On the second day after the announcement, I saw them giggling as they accepted invites from a group of senior warriors. And then there was Ezra. This guy couldn’t take a single step without being swarmed. Girls, boys, fanboys, fangirls—everyone wanted to be on his team. I even saw a girl break down sobbing after he rejected her. She dropped out of school that same day. “What’s Ezra’s major?” I asked Roy. “You don’t know? He’s a warrior.” Of course he is. Tall, muscular, aggressive—total alpha-hole. “Is he any good?”

“Ezra.” I frowned as I tried to remember his name. He was a rare member of the pride who had bonded to a female while in the facility. She had been killed during our rescue which destroyed him. Instead of killing him, Devrim allowed him to live since the man kept mostly to himself, and rarely caused any trouble. As far as I was aware, the man hadn’t even chosen a name for himself when we were given the opportunity. “We have a traitor,” he growled. “A human-lover.”

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.