Ethan Cutkosky Dead Novels & Stories

When Nick didn't shake, they looked over at Ethan opening Avan’s locker, and one of them shouted, "Hey, you just killed the son of the Carters. Do you know how much trouble you're going to get yourself in for that?!” "If I wanted to kill him, I would have done it swifter than going through the trouble of beating his ass," Ethan said as he reached into the locker. "He's unconscious. Give him a few minutes for the factory reset to kick in. Hopefully, that would bring back his sense of respect."

Ethan stood tall in the center of the chaos, a mixture of sweat, dirt, and blood stained his clothes, but his expression was calm, unbothered, and cold. The moment was his. “Damn good strike, kid,” said Agent McKay, one of the government-appointed supernatural enforcement officers, clapping Ethan on the back. “You brought that bastard down clean.” Ethan gave a silent nod, jaw tight, eyes flickering toward the dead wolf. “It had to be done,” he said smoothly. “I wasn’t about to let it get to the college.” Behind them, Lucas sat slumped against a tree, his chest heaving. Blood matted his shirt and his left arm dangled uselessly at his side—until a sharp cracking sound echoed from the joint.

Harry looked up at the woman sitting at the table and couldn't help frowning deeply. It was not because Ethan was dead, but he felt that this matter must have something to do with Janet. Since she decided to marry Ethan's security bureau, he felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, Ethan's security bureau died before the end of this year. He walked to the window and said when he was sure that Stacy couldn't hear him, "Where did he die?" "At home, I am at the scene. When I heard the news at that time, I was also shocked. He died without illness or disaster. Is it retribution?" Boyce said.

I turned and stormed to my room, slamming the door with a force that rattled the chandeliers. The guests looked at Ethan, expecting a slaughter. Usually, any noise over a whisper made him snap. That door slam was a sonic boom. But he sat there, calm and composed. "Damn," someone whispered. "I heard the kid's father died this week. He's coming straight from the burial." Chelsea, the PR lead for Silvercrest Holdings, was vibrating with humiliation. It was her birthday, and she’d intended to mark her territory. She returned to Ethan’s side, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry, Ethan. I didn't know about his father."

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

"Okay." "There was an old man there," Ethan said, and Tom tensed with anticipation, as Ethan lowered his voice even further. "Aaron killed him." Tom froze. "What?" he mouthed. "Shh," Ethan hissed, glancing at the teacher again. "Are you serious?" Tom whispered. "Yes," Ethan said. "Jesus Christ." Tom's eyes became wide, darting between Ethan and the front of the class. "Were there any other people?" "I don't know," Ethan admitted.

Ethan could see that Charles was proud of his father, even in the way he handled his time being tortured. "After what seemed like hours, I finally freed my hands. I waited a few minutes to feel my Wolf's strength once again flow through my body. Those few minutes cost my father his life." Once again Ethan was in awe of how his father had lived his life after such pain. "Just as I felt I was ready to shift and over-take the group, they heard something outside. Alpha Conway burst through the door. The sudden entry startled Colton and he plunged the knife he held into your grandfather and sliced straight down, killing him. At the same time, I shifted into my wolf lunging at Colton. I grabbed on

Ethan chose a quiet cemetery on the outskirts of the city to hold my funeral. On the day of the funeral, thick gray clouds covered the sky. Not many people came. A handful of old employees from my healing studio stood quietly in the back. Two senior healers from the pack council had also come. They had always respected my work, even when others dismissed me. Ethan wore a perfectly tailored black suit. He stood at the front of the small gathering, taking the place that should have belonged to family.

He smirked. "You mean… her? She was just… someone from the past." "Someone from the past?" Charlotte's nails dug sharply into her palms. She forced her voice to remain steady. "Was she important? And now… where is she?" Ethan was silent for a moment, tilting his head back to drain the glass. The alcohol amplified the storm within him, and for a fleeting second, his calculating, sharp eyes revealed a rare, complex grief. "She's dead." His voice was hoarse, but the tone was calm, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

“Underground circuit. I know you've got the plug. Put my name on the roster.” Dead silence. I checked my screen to ensure the call was still live. “Ethan.” All the casual swagger drained from his voice. “Tell me you're bullshitting.” “Book it,” I ordered. “A pro died on that track four days ago, man. Eight years on the circuit and he still didn't survive the third drop. Have you lost your mind? Is this about Chloe?” I let the silence answer for me. “Ethan, seriously. Whatever went down, there are other—”