Ethan From Infinite Warfare Novels & Stories

“You never want to talk about anything when it’s inconvenient for you.” His stare remained on me for a fraction of a second. “And you think picking a fight while I’m driving is smart?” I didn’t answer. My nails dug into my palms as I turned away, swallowing the urge to keep pushing. Then his phone rang. The sound sliced through the air, vibrating against the console. A private number. Ethan hesitated, then answered, his voice changing instantly—low, controlled, businesslike. “This is Ethan Steele.” I listened without meaning to. His eyes darkened as whoever it was spoke, his body tensing.

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.”

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.

If nothing else, he would know where she lived, and the ground he had to protect. When they reached her neighborhood, Ethan’s sharp gaze immediately caught someone familiar. A member of his pack stood by a low fence, George Goodman, was an older man with a quiet but commanding presence. He was once a warrior, retired now, but Ethan’s wolf still recognized the authority etched in his bones. And then his son, Cox, emerged from the house, tall and broad-shouldered, carrying the stiffness of a warrior. The instant their eyes landed on Ethan, both father and son straightened to full height, their head dipping in respect.

Zara whispered, looking up at Ethan, her blue eyes flashing with the lethal, unapologetic fire of the Ice Queen. Ethan didn't flinch. He didn't show an ounce of fear. He reached down to his waistband, checking the loaded magazine of his concealed sidearm with a terrifying, calm click. "Let them come," Ethan growled, his voice vibrating with absolute, demonic anticipation. "Aegis is tired of playing defense. It’s time we showed the world what happens when you wake the Warlord."

He raised his sleeves looking at his scars, the scared across his wrist and looked purple under the night sky. "No more." He pulled down his sleeves, getting on his feet. He hurried quickly to Nathan's room grabbing a suit and slipping it on before putting the clothes back on. He raced to his balcony due to the loud sound in the sky. It was a chorus scream, like screams of war. Ethan watched the vampire aimed at the werewolves. He could see Alexa, she was leading the army pouring out from the portal.

ETHAN’s POV I am standing behind thousands of demons, observing the war tactics of my new enemy. I dont know anything among them not even the kind of creatures they are. They look just like a normal human being but I sense something different in them. “What it could be?”. They are well skilled in swords and hand fight. The best man of their king is right infront of him, striking his sword into my demon army spilling their black blood on the ground. The demons dont hiss or scream in pain. They are meant for this, meant to stand in the war face to face with their death. One step behind they know that will be their last step in their life. The war zone is chaotic, good enough to make a normal h

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.