Ethan From Infinite Warfare Novels & Stories

When they reached the front door, Drake had left with Nessa and the other warriors. Ethan was standing there; he didn’t know what to do, as he argued with two warriors who held him back from following the luna. “You have your order, and we have mine, please. I don’t want to fight you,” said one of the warriors. They were in a tough spot, too, since they received a direct order from the former alpha to stop Ethan. “If you don’t want to fight me, then move!” Ethan lost his temper. He was usually very calm and showed little emotion, but at the moment he was rather agitated. His fellow warriors pissed him off.

It was Ethan’s dream, made manifest by the combined forces of AVA’s design team and Cross Empire’s logistics department. Aurora stood on the deck, watching the caterers set up. She wore a white sundress, simple and elegant, her hair loose. No armor today. "Maman!" Ethan burst onto the deck. He was wearing his miniature "wolf" suit—the charcoal jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans. He looked like a tiny, devastatingly handsome CEO on his day off. "Is it time?" he asked, bouncing on his toes. "Are they coming?" "Soon, baby," Aurora said, smoothing his hair. "The cars will be here any minute."

The sun was rising over the Alps, painting the snow in shades of violent pink and orange, when Ethan returned to Castelvo. He walked through the main gates in human form, shirtless, his trousers torn, his skin covered in the grime of the forest and dried blood. He didn't look like a High Alpha. He looked like a man who had gone to war with a ghost and lost. The guards at the gate stiffened, snapping to attention, but Ethan ignored them. He walked straight to the armory, where Volkov was cleaning his war-hammer.

"Nothing is going to happen to our men, Gamma Adams, I have sought out an alliance between the wastelanders and I'm yet to receive a response" "Even if it comes out positive, do you think that we will win this war?" He asked again. "Do you doubt my capability?" Ethan questioned, his anger could be deplected from his facial expressions and one could tell that Ethan was very furious. After the meeting, Ethan left the hall and return to his room. Immediately he arrived, he went straight to his wardrobe and opened it with a key. He followed the doorway that led to an underground basement..

There were countless mangled corpses and thick, congealing blood everywhere. Sara cowered in the corner while she trembled uncontrollably. Ethan walked toward her slowly. Each step left behind bloody pawprints like crimson blossoms on the floor. Bones cracked and reshaped. Ethan reverted to human form. Shirtless and with blood all over him, he still had the silver scimitar poking out from his shoulder. He stopped in front of Sara and looked emotionlessly at her. "N-No, Ethan! It's me, Sara! I'm your favorite little sister!" Sara cried out while hugging his leg.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society. And they had no interest in bindings, or bloodlines, or balance. They wanted the fire unleashed.

I don’t know what’s more terrifying—the words themselves or the way he says them. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. “What does that mean?” I manage to ask. The corner of his mouth lifts into a slow, dangerous smirk. “It means I’m done playing defense.” I don’t know what to say to that. Before I can find the words, Ethan pulls out his phone, dials a number, and lifts it to his ear. The moment the call connects, his voice drops into something lethal. “Start the fire.” He hangs up. And just like that— The war begins.

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

“Here is a little promise. When I reach the right age, I will come find you. Let this dandelion be the symbol of my promise.” He then blew the dandelion making it’s white petals flow in the air as they became one with the sky. As he was focused on the dandelions flying in the sky, I looked at him and started to admire his image. His tousled brown hair, his strikingly green eyes and the smile that never fades. Without noticing words started to slip from my very mouth. “I could watch you everyday.” A voice said. It took me seconds to realize that the voice belonged to me. Gavin turned his head to face me, his face full of surprise and confusion.