Ethan From Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

Maia's POV Lucian finally snapped. He gestured to two pack members, and they dragged Ethan out of the Moon Shrine's inner chamber. Ethan looked hollow. His eyes were empty and lifeless, like someone had reached inside and scooped out everything that made him who he was. Lucian raised his hand and slapped him across the face. The sound cracked through the hallway. "Ethan Wells, wake the hell up!" Lucian roared. "Maia's waiting for you to get her justice! The killer's still out there running free, and you're gonna let her die for nothing?"

His face was a mask of grim determination as he scrambled toward the small bathroom window, the only exit that didn't lead into the sea of flickering candles. The drone in the center of the room pulsed a rhythmic red light, its lens tracking my every movement. "Grace Sterling is the heartbeat," it chirped, the synthesized version of my own voice sounding hollow and metallic. "Return to the chest. Return to the center." Ethan stood before the buckling door. He looked like a man carved from marble, his injuries forgotten as the "Protector" sub-routines of his origin surged to the surface. But his eyes weren't robotic. They were full of a desperate, human love.

The king of the Cocolink syndicate. "So," Ethan’s voice was a low, melodic purr that vibrated in Zack’s bones. "This is the ghost of Havenfall." Ethan leaned forward, the light catching his sharp jawline and the predatory glint in his eyes. He reached out, his gloved fingers catching Zack’s chin, forcing him to look up. "You're a mess," Ethan remarked. "But those eyes... they're exactly what I was promised." "Kill me," Zack spat, blood spray hitting Ethan’s pristine white shirt.

But did Ethan have to bring the lady to this kind of area? It was secluded but not as bushy or foresty as I had thought it was going to be. But it was underground, and that was enough. " Ethan really is powerful; thank God I'm not on his bad books. " I said to myself as I began walking into the abandoned underground house. I had just walked past the front door when I heard the sound of a car zooming in, and then it parked right next to mine. "What the..." Mark came out from the car looking all handsome with his black jacket, white shirt, and black trousers.

He muttered as he continued to walk further, Valentina felt something snap in her chest, this was the first time someone called her name strange. "What do you mean by strange, my name is beautiful." She argued. "And you what is your name, you seem pretty familiar to me as well." "Ethan." He pronounced promptly. "Ethan Lords." Ethan Lords? she paused for a while, she had definitely heard that name before, her eyes widened when she realized. "You are ETHAN LORDS??" She panicked because she was talking so casually to the Goddamned C.E.O of the establishment. "I am sorry, I didn't know."

Ethan's response was a scowl, indicating his reluctance to disclose more. Ethan revealed a critical piece of information: "Lavina and her child's souls are needed to break a seal." He mentioned his boss was Jacob, whom he had never met directly. "We meet in disguise, with capes and masks, to keep our identities hidden from one another." This didn't provide much new information, except for the name Jacob. Curious about his involvement, I probed further. "What's your role in all this?" Ethan boasted about his unique skills. "I'm versed in magic and ancient spells, capable of resurrecting King Colton. No one else has this ability," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

"We have secured the perimeter! The bombs have been neutralized!" "Take this piece of filth to the deepest level of the dungeons," Ethan hissed, his deep, monstrous baritone vibrating with a lethal promise as his claws dripped with fresh blood. "Keep him alive until I personally carve the answers out of his flesh." The guards dragged the broken commander away, leaving the room in a heavy, suffocating silence. Ethan instantly shifted back into his towering human form, his chest heaving as he dropped to his knees beside me. His large, trembling hands carefully scooped my unconscious frame into his arms, pulling my bleeding head flush against his pounding chest. Without a single word, he stood

His fingers gripped the edges of the medical papers so tightly that the heavy stock wrinkled and tore under his thumbs. "Compound X-72..." Ethan whispered, his voice sounding entirely hollow, like a ghost speaking from the bottom of a well. "A memory-blocking agent... administered post-crash." He flipped to the next page, his eyes darting frantically across the typed progress notes. "Supervisor...Dylan."

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“And… how did you find us?” Before he could answer, Ariel reached over and patted my hair the way I always soothed hers. Then she looked at him with innocent seriousness. “Did Daddy ask you to save us?” The stranger chuckled under his breath. “No, little one.” He leaned back slightly, eyes still on me. “Firstly, my name is Ethan. And I’ve been tracking those men for weeks. Watching them. Waiting for them to slip.” His expression hardened for a second. “One of my men was keeping an eye on them tonight. He called to say they had taken a woman and a child.”