Ethan From Infinite Warfare Novels & Stories

Leaving Eve on the counter of her bathroom thinking. "Ethan's best friend, Ethan's best friend." she kept repeating to herself as she jumped off the counter running her hand through her wet hair, "You're Evelynn Caya Heyes you idiot. You can have anyone, you do not want him. You do not want some guy who is clearly a whore and one who doesn't seem to care about the rules, because there are rules!" she all but yelled at herself more than sure she was trying to convince herself of it.

my mother asked. “She is my maid. Ethan took me to his villa once, and Ernie told me she was my maid.” I shrugged. “Well, for sure, Ethan is a rich guy. Also, he is a leader in his community. I met someone, Red Sutton. Ethan introduced him as his man and his best friend. Red called Ethan ‘Alpha’.” My mother nodded. “But, has Ethan asked you to do unusual things?” “Like what?” “Like drinking blood, stabbing someone with a knife, or anything else?”

Pushing off the dirt with explosive power, he leaped into the air, aiming to launch himself directly at Arthur and rip him to shreds. But the enemy horde moved like a wall. A massive wave of Blue Wolves pounced on him simultaneously mid-air, their heavy bodies crashing into his to block his advance and prevent him from reaching their bastard leader. Ethan snarled, buried under a swarm of snapping jaws and claws. He would have to chew his way through every single one of these mindless drones before he could touch Arthur. But he didn’t care. He would slaughter them all, even if it took his very last breath.

The crowd fell into a hush. And then… the door opened. Out stepped a man who made the very air tighten. Darian Rhys Draven. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in black. His Alpha King insignia shimmered against his chest. Midnight-black hair, tousled and damp from the mist. His cold silver eyes scanned the horizon first—calculating, commanding. And then, they landed on her. Time stopped. Seraphina froze. Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head.

“Ethan, we can’t stay here!” Ethan wiped sweat from his brow, his eyes focused and intense. “I know,” he replied, glancing at the crates. He grabbed one and pulled it toward him, opening it with a grunt. Inside was a collection of grenades and explosives—enough to create a distraction, maybe even clear a path. Elena crouched beside them, trembling as she held the gun Ethan had given her. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice thick with fear. “I’m not like you. I’m not a fighter.”

He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars! "Don't be too pleased with yourself, Matthew. You were just blessed with a good family background. You're nothing without your parents! The gambling table is my domain. You'll definitely regret your decision to let the tiger return to its territory." I laughed and said, "Well then, if you're supposed to be a tiger, maybe you should stop whimpering like a kicked dog." My words infuriated Ethan. He was nearly overwhelmed with the urge to attack me, but when he noticed the men behind me place their hands on their guns

The only leach I had on him was Mira, and even then it still wasn't easy convincing him to change his mind because he was hurt, I could imagine how hard it is for him, he didn't even have her by his side for a long time and once again the two were separated, and now it's even worse. Ethan shook his head, rage in his eyes, I could tell that he had made up his mind this time so cheap emotional tricks wouldn't work on him any longer except it was a better method than this. "No. Not this time, I won't let things end this way, I've been planning for today for a very long time, I've been planning for the day they would fall to their knees and taste the same misery I had, I've already given out the

His face was a mask of grime, sweat, and pure, incandescent rage. He had returned. And he looked less like a prodigal son and far more like a harbinger of violence. The front doors of Red Creek burst open. Ethan emerged — his presence rolling outward like a wave of storm-force Alpha power, his face etched with shock and rapidly hardening anger. “Marcus!” Ethan’s roar shook the windowpane in its frame.

Ethan looked directly at Sebastian. “For the boy.” Olivia’s expression hardened. “You’re insane.” Ethan shook his head slowly. “You don’t understand.” He looked at Sebastian again. “Your son is something special.” Sebastian’s voice dropped. “Stay away from him.” Ethan ignored the warning. “The way he broke my system…” He smiled slightly. “…was brilliant.” Daniel whispered, “This guy’s obsessed.” Ethan continued calmly. “I’ve spent ten years building the most advanced cyber weapons in the country.”

It was clear that they had only been ordered to capture Ethan. But Ethan, with his superpowers, easily incapacitated them all. He stood in the middle of them, not the least bit intimidated. "Who sent you here?" Ethan asked, his voice calm but frightening. Gerrard's remaining men shouted, "You think you can threaten us?" "Don't even think about-" Ethan snorted and immediately stared at one of them, as if trying to do something. He then nodded and looked at them. "Ah, Gerrard Wolf, right?"