Ethan From Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

I stood off to the side, holding back laughter so hard that my stomach hurt. Ethan was obsessively clean. If a housekeeper left so much as a fingerprint while cleaning, he would stare them down with a freezing gaze until they nearly broke. And now, he was being told to scrub someone's shoes in the middle of the street. "Miss." Ethan's voice dropped low, calm in a way that felt like a storm was about to hit. "I never agreed to play your little game. Move." He tossed the bucket onto the ground. Dirty water splashed out, and a few drops landed on Julia Stone's white shoes.

"Someday, you'll gonna thank me for doing that." Ethan entered the other room and after a few minutes he came out carrying a silver case. He opened it and took out a black syringe filled with blue liquid inside. He walked towards her and gently turned her head. "Hold still..." he said, then injected a quarter at Zea's neck. All of a sudden, she felt her skin tighten, her whole body felt warm, more like burning. "What the hell is that for?" Ethan grabbed the mirror from the desk and tossed it to Zea. She quickly looked at herself and her mouth flew open in an instant.

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.

His wolf whined softly beneath his skin, and I knew he was thinking of Lily—the daughter he had failed. Only after Emma's breathing deepened with sleep did Ethan carefully extract his hand from hers. Without a word to me, he strode from the room toward the Stone Residence Balcony. I followed him, maneuvering my wheelchair through the doorway. The night air was cool against my skin as I found him lighting one of his Midnight Cigarettes, the blue-tinged smoke curling upward into the darkness. "You're hesitating because the donor is Olivia's friend, right?" I asked directly, my wolf calculating beneath my skin.

"He's safe. In the living room. He was hiding in the ventilation shaft above the closet. Smart kid." The relief that washed over Zara was so potent it made her dizzy. She moved to rush past him, but Ethan's hand shot out, gently catching her elbow. The touch was electric, a spark that jumped between them, igniting the air. "Wait," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The woman... she wasn't acting alone. That syringe wasn't insulin. I saw the label before I crushed it. It was a neuro-suppressant. The same kind they use to wipe short-term memory."

"We jump early. Into the snowdrifts." Ethan looked at the trees, then at his mother. Eleanor looked back at him, her face a mask of cold, regal defiance despite the frost on her lashes. "Do it, Ethan," Eleanor whispered. "Show them you’re more than just the name I gave you." Ethan didn't hesitate. He pulled a small incendiary charge from his tactical belt—one he’d stripped from the mercenaries in the Solarium. He jammed it into the pulley housing. "On three!"

Raven looked up in horror. “The sanctuary is collapsing!” Lucian glanced around the crumbling hangar. “Well…” He sighed. “That’s inconvenient.” The Overlord’s crimson eyes gleamed. “Run if you wish.” He looked directly at Ethan. “You will still die tonight.” Ethan slowly stood again. Blood ran down his face. But his silver eyes burned brighter than ever. “No.” His voice echoed across the battlefield. “Not tonight.” The entire mountain shook violently again. Because something inside Ethan had just awakened completely.

"Are you done talking?" Ethan, who was sprawled on the ground, suddenly stopped trembling. His voice was deep and hoarse. It wasn't weak anymore. Instead, he sounded like a demon spawned from hell to claim a life. Sara froze. The silver blade in her raised hand stalled midair. "What did you say?" Ethan slowly lifted his head. There was no trace of poisoning in his eyes. There was only an overwhelming murderous intent. "I said, are you done saying your last words?"

We heard footsteps from down below and it turned out to be Ethan who was actually coming out of his apartment and as he got to where he was standing, he just shrugged and sighed. "Now that is cold." He simply said and walked off and I wondered when the man I knew became like that. The least unbothered by a situation that is supposed to originally smoke him freak out. "I want to know something...was she another of your dirty and manipulative little tricks?" I questioned while Ravenna was still bleeding out of the head. He stopped to look t her for a while before shrugging again.

"Yes. Don't you hate me?" "I …" Just then, someone opened the door. Ethan appeared at the entrance, clothed in black. "Now that you're full, we can begin." Leia looked at Ethan, who looked like the Grim Reaper. His pale face was void of emotion, and it looked cold and stern.