Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

By pure, tragic coincidence, he crossed paths with his former star intern, Chloe Davis, outside a local transit station. An incredibly violent argument had broken out between the two disgraced figures, with witnesses claiming they were screaming and blaming each other for the company's ruin. In a fit of absolute, unhinged psychotic rage, Ethan pulled a heavy kitchen knife from his coat and brutally stabbed Chloe to death right on the sidewalk before the authorities could intervene. The suspect was currently locked in a maximum-security psychiatric ward, awaiting a lifetime trial.

Nicole murmured. That was exactly what I was thinking. Ethan was dead. I'd held his lifeless body myself. There'd been tons of people at his funeral. They'd all seen him get buried. It wasn't possible to change someone into a vampire after they died. "What did you do, Lucas?" Anthony asked.

She could erupt at any moment, but Ethan had begged her to stay quiet. Someone had been killed just last night for opposing one of the men. And instead of harvesting their organs, the body had been thrown into the bush, left for animals...even birds, to feast on. "Who’s first?" Luke then muttered to himself, loud enough for Connor to hear. "We could just pick anyone… there’s nothing special about them anyway," Connor replied. But Luke kept turning his head, scanning for the right targets, until his gaze landed on Ethan and his mother. Ethan’s heart nearly stopped, his eyes were already wide with fear, while his mother’s frown only deepened.

Finding not even the faintest trace of smell other than the human one, we give up by dusk. Hearing someone addressing the pack's link, I tune in. Normally they address each other and only use the link for serious matters. The latest victim is a young gamma named Ethan. He had been one of the pack’s most promising warriors, his life cut short in a senseless act of violence. The pack was grieving, and I felt the weight of his lost life, like all the others, bearing down on me. I head down to Corona’s office, knowing I was about to get a call. I am so fatigued that I barely am able to keep my eyes open with coffee in my stomach.

“If you’re so eager to want to talk to someone, why don’t you call up Ethan?” Fucking hell. I should have known that was destined to come to bite me back in the ass. “You have every right to be mad about my working with Ethan.” She scoffed. “Oh, believe me, I am. I hope you think that involving the actual fucking police was worth it in the end.” “The only known casualty was Michael Rossetti,” I pointed out. “Considering things were planned to end a whole lot worse. Vanessa is lucky to have walked away with her life intact given her own losses.”

Later, Catherine even exposed the video of Wesley and Regina messing around in the office. When she played the video, Regina was seen speaking in fear, “I… I’m not sure if Ethan’s death has to do with Wesley. All I know is that Ethan caught Wesley and me messing around in the office the other day. At that time, Wesley and Catherine had just gotten married. At the sight of the scene, Ethan had a row with Wesley before he left. But a few hours later, I heard he died in an accident. Unexpectedly, it happened when he was on his way to Catherine’s office…”

Jacob Astor loosed a signed contract with Ethan on June 12, Lucas also loosed a contract or was suppose to sign a contract with Ethan on that same June 12. My life is suddenly becoming an opera. I've been seating on this chair for an hour now, trying to come up with ways that this all ties to Ethan's death. If I could blame or suspect Jacob for Ethan's death, then I suppose I can do the same to Lucas. No one is to be trusted. Besides, he popped out of nowhere to help me. How sure am I that this isn't some kind of sick game he's playing with me.

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.

“I think someone tipped him off, it was obvious that they were just there about an hour ago. They knew we were on our way and were able to escape.” I let out a long sigh as my head fell backwards against the couch. “Oh, also… Ethan is dead. He was found lying dead. He was gutted out.”