Ethan From Infinite Warfare Novels & Stories

Asshole. Ethan is our lead fighter. He trains the kids and the warriors for his unmatched speed and strength. When he is teaching, he’s in control, guiding his students to perfect their moves and abilities. Now though, I doubt he has any of that restraint. He is wound so tight only blood will satisfy him. We hear movement outside of the little bubble created by my shadows. My wolf can sense Avery is close, but there are several other pack members and warriors around, heading back from Beck’s wake.

I gulped down the fruity beverage with one sip and almost choked at the end. Mr Arrogant patted my backside until I felt good enough and then he came to my view, still smiling like he won a war. He came close and whispered in my ear "You know, you look absolutely hot when you are angry and well I am "Ethan Maxwell" not "Mr Arrogant." Saying this with an amusing expression, he kissed my cheek like no one was watching and dropped my hand from his gentle grasp. Ethan walked to the spot where Elle, Mrs Maxwell, Victoria were chatting.

Most of them had received a barrage of arrows on their bodies too until they started to wobble and fall to the ground. Ethan decided to start changing his route and head back to the camp. He would swap the Wyvern he was riding for an Alpha Wyvern, then sweep everyone away with his power. He had already gauged the full strength of the Imperial Army, and even though he had sacrificed many lives, they were all just lowly peasants. There was no need to count them as losses. There was already someone in charge of noting how many people died anyway. Ethan was escorted by four other Wyverns back to his camp. He got down from his Wyvern and was surprised to see Celine, his beloved sister shaking wit

Freya’s POV Gavin brought Ethan to the border in a convoy of five of our vehicles, each one filled with elite warriors except for Ethan’s seat. We came in a different car with Father. Vivian had set him up with a portable IV and a reclining chair. Kael and Logan were in the front. I sat in the back with Father and held his hand the entire ride. We got out at the border of Silvermoon territory. Ethan was already standing outside his vehicle, surrounded by the elite warriors. He looked calm and relaxed as if this were just a normal routine. Ethan saw Father in the chair, and he smiled.

​Ethan’s deep, velvet voice wrapped around me before his broad hands gently settled over my waist. ​His massive chest pressed against my back, his three-hundred-degree golden Alpha aura radiating a soothing, deeply comforting wave of heat that instantly melted the subtle tension in my shoulders. He was dressed in his royal crimson tunic, his long dark hair falling loosely around his broad shoulders, his golden eyes glowing with quiet, fierce devotion. ​I leaned back into his firm chest, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "A high-IQ mind never stops calculating, Ethan. We neutralized the Tide-Cult in the deep ocean, but Vesper's final interrogation log revealed something concerning."

“Ethan! No! But it was too late, because he entered the sea and when the waves reached his waist, he dived holding Alexis. Soon she emerged, completely winded. As I suspected, the sea was freezing. Ethan was smirking, unfazed, a few feet away from her, running his hands through his hair. Soon she was advancing on him. This delicious battle lasted for quite some time. In which she tried in vain to catch up with him, but he was actually more agile than her.

Nothing was to make them remember. Ethan, a banished werewolf who had been on her side since time immemorial and a native, approached her with a nasty wound from brow to chin. It was clear that one of his own had given him that wound with the claw. He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the blood. His black hair was cut almost straight, and his dark eyes looked up at him with respect and admiration. Ethan was the man he trusted the most and the only one who knew that berserker blood ran through Eric's veins thanks to his father's heritage. He was never out of control in battle, which meant no one could tell on him.

he said, stepping back, as if the spot where he stood suddenly ignited in fire. “Why don’t you join us?” I offered. Evan has met none of my friends and this will be a good start. Nate chuckled, “I don’t want to be the third wheel.” “Cali.” Evan’s voice made my head snap. The shoulder immobilizer is present in his left arm, but it didn’t make him any less gorgeous in his all black attire. My boyfriend’s sun kissed hair brushed back to perfection, but the look on his honey eyes sent shivers down my spine.

Stephan stopped his conversation afraid of opening up Cally's old wounds again. "Ender wiggin!" Cally exclaimed, Stephan nodded, yes he did. Calvin's eyes and eye color are the same as Ender, a young man from Cally's past and will probably only be a thing of the past for him. "But, it seems that it's just our illusion because we miss him too much. During the bomb incident yesterday, many clearly saw that Ender was thrown and his body was also buried at that time!" cried Stephan. While Cally was still silent, remembering Ender, Cally would be a weak woman, she couldn't really let go of the man she loved so much.

How good it would feel to unleash that rage with no thought to the consequences. My muscles tighten when footsteps approach the door. It bursts open, and my breath catches in my throat. Ethan stands in the doorway, and he looks every bit the fierce warrior I feared he was when I first met him. He is covered in dirt and blood and gore. His shirt is drenched in it and sticks to his muscular torso and chest. There’s mud smeared across his face, and it has dried in his hair, slicking it back from his forehead. His breathing is fast and agitated, but when he sees me, a broad grin spreads across his face. It is infectious. I have to fight the twitch at the corner of my lip.