Ethan From Infinite Warfare Novels & Stories

I chewed and spoke to the camera, a little muffled, "You guys see this? This is the real Arnold Stone. What you saw earlier is just how he gets when he's angry. This is what he's actually like." From the side, Ethan said flatly, "Dad, you just got oil on my shirt. This one cost five grand." "Be quiet." My father shot him a glare. "So what if it got on you? At least I didn't make you clean my shoes. Keep talking, and you're cracking crab legs for the rest of the night." Ethan paused, speechless. A second later, the cold, untouchable CEO quietly put on a pair of gloves and got to work cracking crab legs.

“Yeah, well, the prophecy didn’t ask for my permission.” Footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, deliberate, not running like the others. A figure stepped through the wreckage—tall, lean, dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp as broken glass. Ethan. Relic Discovery Lead for the underground network that had been feeding us scraps of truth for months. He looked like he’d run through hell to get here and still had the energy to look pissed. “You picked a hell of a night for a family reunion,” he said, stepping over a dead wolf without looking down. “But I’ve got something. Something that might keep you from tearing yourself apart the next time that happens.”

Far away. Smiling. Planning. Ethan continued. “If you renounce her, they win. If you don’t, they will try to destroy you.” “I already know the cost,” I said. “Do you?” Ethan asked softly. “Because they will not stop at threats.” I exhaled slowly. “What did you find?” I asked. He hesitated. That was never a good sign. “Marcus contacted one of the elders,” Ethan said. “Privately.” My blood ran cold. “Which one?”

"Get in." Before I could reply, Ethan walked out from the open-air cabana, holding two crystal flutes of chilled sparkling water. He wore only a pair of dark linen trousers, his massive, sculpted chest bare, mapped with faint silver scars that bore testament to the wars he had fought to build our empire. He handed me a glass, his large, calloused hand brushing against my fingers, his icy gaze locking onto mine with an untouchable, executive possessiveness. "No alcohol for the queen," Ethan murmured, his deep voice carrying a quiet, heavy authority as his free hand slid around my waist, pulling my back flush against his warm chest. "Only absolute devotion."

The last thread of Ethan’s self‑control snapped. He lifted his leg and kicked Olivia hard across the legs. A horrifying scream tore from her throat. Her legs collapsed beneath her, limp and twisted in a way that made it clear they were broken. Her whole body trembled from the pain, yet she still glared at Ethan with venom in her eyes. “Ethan… you are going to pay for this. “You will lose Vivian, your company will collapse, and in the end you will have nothing left.” Ethan stared at her suffering without a trace of pity.

Ralph replied with a happy look. At night Ethan was sleeping, sweating, he was having a bad dream. "Ahhhh" he woke up, panting. Mr and Mrs.Welsh were on the bed kissing, they both heard Ethan's voice, rushed to his room, "honey, what is wrong?" Mrs.Welsh asked, "I saw the both of you dying in my dream" Ethan replied while still sweating, "go to sleep son" Mr.Welsh requested, Ethan went to sleep. Mr and Mrs.Welsh both kiss Ethan on his forehead, watching Ethan sleeping. Both went back to their room. Mrs.Welsh who was thinking about what Ethan told them. Told her husband that she would like to say something tomorrow morning.

She was still confused about the man's identity. "Yes. He's my brother." Anika pondered. "Your brother??" They all asked at the same time. They were surprised to know that it was Anika's brother. Anika hasn't talked anything about her family. She hardly answers their questions about where she came from. "I hope you'll trust me now. Dubheasa and her armies are already approaching the island. Though we already made it rain, her desire to set the island on fire is still persevering." Edgar informed them.

And Ethan Jang is about to go to war. For me.

It was a final, absolute act of sacrifice—a mirror of the cruel, impossible decisions imposed by Luca’s father years ago. “I will come back for you,” Ethan promised, his voice trembling with the weight of the vow. It was a raw, ragged oath, but one that carried the certainty of blood and fire. Pushing against the wall for support, Ethan forced himself upright. Each step sent a jolt of agony through his ribs, every movement a test of endurance. He lunged toward the hallway just as the deadbolt on the front door exploded inward under the battering ram of Thorne’s team. Wood and splintered metal flew into the air, mingling with glass shards, chemicals, and dust. Ethan disappeared into the chaos

Ethan couldn't hold himself back and burst into laughter when he saw the three people's funny expressions. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny at all." Ellis yelled angrily. He was trying to understand the situation and there his brother was laughing. "Okay okay..... I won't laugh anymore." Ethan said and stopped laughing. Ethan stood up from the couch and stood beside Ellis. He placed his left hand on Ellis's shoulder. "Okay let me introduce you guys. I am Ethan, a dominant alpha and an anti-drug police officer." Ethan said and turned to Ellis. "He is my twin omega brother, Ellis. He is a professional eSports player." Ethan said, introducing Ellis.