Did Ethan Winters Die Novels & Stories

Fortunately, I was well-prepared. The elders in the village rushed forward immediately, subduing them and imprisoning them in the cellar. They cried for help, but no one responded. Ethan regained his appearance and identity, taking control of the Glory Pack again. However, he was smarter this time. The first thing he did was to beat Leo and Serafina to death with a wooden stick soaked in wolf venom. Even so, he was still not at ease. He invited another dark wizard to dismember their corpses into eight pieces, placed them in different coffins, and buried them in eight different positions so that they could never come back to life.

The way Darrell said that Ethan was no longer around prompted Kenneth to look at him sideways. "What did you say?" "Ethan was involved in an explosion, Dad. He's been missing till this day. He may have already passed away," Darrell said the most hurtful words with the gentlest tone. It left everyone dumbstruck. Even though Ethan spent many years building up his career in Allandia, no one could doubt his identity and capability. If Ethan was dead, Darrell would be the heir of the family!

I tried to ignore the knock, but the person was persistent, and then I found out it was Ethan. I cursed under my breath and pulled myself off Winter, knowing he wouldn't stop knocking until I attended to him. Winter chuckled and quickly covered her body with a silk robe while I went to get the door. After Ethan finished getting the information he needed on Chelsea, he left the room so we could resume our session. Winter was obviously thrilled about Ethan fancying Chelsea, and she couldn't hide it. I made love to her, assuring her nothing would change or take away what we have, and she had nothing to worry about.

Ethan Shaw is dead. His face has been destroyed and his limbs severed. When his body reaches the morgue, the person who performs the autopsy is his own wife, Dr. Vivian Sullivan. She is a cool, rational professor of forensic pathology, and she is the woman Ethan loved for more than a decade. Six years ago he lost his voice saving her life, and she married him because of it. In all the years that followed, she remembered every one of his follow-up appointments yet never once remembered his birthday. She tended his injuries, but gave every ounce of warmth and favor she had to his younger brother. Right up until the moment he died, Ethan was calling her, over and over. And she hung up on h

“I’m… surprised you haven’t seen it. Even Dawn wasn’t aware until we told her moments ago.” A cold wave washed over me. “So she knows?” I whispered. “Now she does.” I didn’t know whether to scream, collapse, or run inside. My brain refused to absorb it. My heart refused to accept it. My mouth refused to form another word. Dead. Ethan is dead, those loan sharks have finally killed him and if care is not taken Dawn is next. I took a step back, bumping into my own car. My chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths.

“I’ll be watching from my seat. Smile more, Olivia. It’s your wedding day.” And with that, he left. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I turned back to Ethan. “What is it?” I asked. Ethan’s jaw tightened. He took a slow breath, then looked me directly in the eyes. “Ryan is dead.”

He was being protective of me. "Over there," I said quickly when I spotted Ethan's body. He was unconscious and still breathing. A gash was healing across his spine as he was buried face downward in the snow. Whoever did this meant to leave him alive. He was out cold from what looked like the lack of blood. "I know him- that's Beta Ethan. The one that we were let into the manor by," I reminded Casimir. Surely he would recognize him.

Her pulse thundered in her ears as she drew in a shaky breath. “I tried to save him,” she said finally, her voice trembling but clear. “I did everything I could. But Ethan—” She cut herself off, because Ethan’s smile told her he was waiting for that exact accusation. Jax’s eyes locked onto hers, searching, desperate. “Did he die?” Her lips parted, but no sound came. The silence stretched, unbearable. Then Ethan rose smoothly, brushing dust off his hands. “Time’s up,” he said lightly. “If she won’t say it, I will. The boy’s dead, Jax. And your woman here—she let it happen.”

His face was a blanket of sorrow. His eyes dimmed, his throat moved, and in that moment, we all knew something terrible was coming. “What happened, doctor?” Cleo asked frantically, unable to wait another second. “Ethan suffered a traumatic fall,” the doctor said. “We tried everything we could, but he didn’t make it. He died the instant he fell.” I turned away, marching off to the corner of the room. I bit the inside of my mouth, hurting myself as I faced the wall.

His body began to shake. Who had done this? Was he the one meant to die? Ethan began to let tears fall off his eyes unconsciously. The car was caught up in intense flames, there was no way anyone could have survived this. It was just like the way Mrs. Winston died. In a car explosion on this very street. It was just unexplainable how it was initiated. Ethan felt really bad and cursed himself. He had just let a young man, a young hustling driver die in a car explosion because of one wicked La Muérte.