Ethan Harrison Novels & Stories

That man happened to be Ethan. "We haven't seen anything yet, but we would welcome the extra eyes. We have more prey this year than most. Are you not watching your own women on the trek?" Ethan's father, Samuel had stepped forward to address the Kreil warrior curiously. Samuel, while slightly shorter than Ethan, was the head of Ellisvale security and was making the trip to watch out for his tribe en route. He would hopefully be watching out for his future daughter-in-law on the return journey, as Ethan was heading to his first Hunt just like Izzy, Kate, and Susanna.

“It sounds like this is personal for you, Sir.” Carson watched as Ewan’s face went dark. He had some sort of personal vendetta against these creatures. Carson could understand. His sister had gotten mixed up with the supernatural and now lived as a wolf. He hated these creatures for taking her away from him. He could never find it in himself to kill her, though. She had faked her own death to live her life with her mate. Once Carson started looking into it, he discovered she was not only alive but a supernatural.

He took a deep breath at this moment and forced himself to calm down. “Let me ask you, Prince York. Who was the one that killed my foster son and the three Kings of Arms?” Ethan Hunt took a step forward and replied calmly, “That would be me, but filth like you has no right to know my name.” Ethan’s tone was calm, as if he was stating an insignificant fact. But he was right. He was the God of War in Sword Camp, the head of the four Gods of War in South Light. The highest status that Fourth Master Yates had gotten was just the only Chinese major general in America.

"Ethan? What are you doing in the staff wing? If Harrison…” "Harrison is four towns over picking up a 'rare' vintage of cognac I insisted we needed for the wedding reception," Ethan said with a wicked, boyish grin. "He won’t be back until tomorrow morning. The house is ours, Sasha." I leaned against the doorframe, a dizzying mix of relief and anxiety washing over me. "You’re insane. You shouldn't be here." "I’m here because I’m tired of seeing you in that black dress," he said, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. "I’m here because you’ve never seen this town outside of the back of a grocery van. Get your things. We’re going out."

Although every fibre of my body said this was a bad Idea, Karen needed to know how to defend herself. Gavin arrived the next morning. I snuck out of bed to receive him. I did not have any issues with hunters. The hunter community agreed that Giles and John Hunter had gone too far. They had managed to distance themselves from Hunter's actions. Gavin helped me keep some order in town. My pack was the biggest wealthiest and the most powerful. Technically we ran the town. My uncle and I worked closely with the hunters to maintain the balance between the supernatural community and the human community.

“She’s one of many who wish Dante would pick them as his mate.” Emory wondered: “Who’s Dante?” Sabine glanced at Emory with a hint of a smile on her face, but said nothing, and her eyes betrayed her wonder at her question. “Dante is Lord Erickson.” Sabine shrugged. “Lord Erickson is the rightful heir to the throne, but he must find a suitable mate before he can ascend - a task that has proven difficult in recent years.” “Isn’t the Lycan king Hendrick Donohue?” Emory wondered.

Henry explained, Ethan and Prince beamed with excitement, grateful for Henry's willingness to guide them. Over the next two days, they spent hours discussing various landmarks and historical sites that they could visit. Henry took notes, ensuring that their itinerary would be both educational and enjoyable. Finally, the day arrived when Henry, Ethan, and Prince set out on their grand adventure. They began their journey at the city's iconic museum, home to countless artifacts and exhibits that showcased the history of humanity. As they walked through the halls, Henry explained the significance of each piece, answering Ethan and Prince's endless questions.

A deep husky voice that sent chills down my sweaty back. “I’m... getting a shower?” I felt like I had to ask. What am I doing asking him like I got caught doing something bad? “Separately I hope.” He had the nerve when he already knows that me and Jackson are just friends. “Alpha Wyatt. I’m going to ignore you just said that. Jackson go take your shower. I’ll take mine in the ladies’ locker room like I was going to do.” I growl pissed off that he knows better about me and Jackson.

She was getting all choked up, but Ethan was amused. Flint Hale, the grandson of the retired General of the Air Force, wished he could kick Ethan. "Get out of here. We are here for Grayson Kai. Why did you bring her here?" Seemingly, the girl was deceived and not welcome, but she still swallowed down the wine, not revealing any rage. Then she leaned in Ethan's arms as if she was boneless.

Ethan believed his father was probably right, Thomas Conway had found out his father was human and that he had been put down by Charles Reid. He wondered exactly how the story had been relayed to him, but in the end it didn't really matter. Thomas had declared war between the packs and they would be ready. At his father's words he found out just how ready they would be, "Call in the warriors, all of them." he began. "If that mother fucker is looking for a war, he just found one." Ethan had never heard his father use that tone or those words. "Ethan, you're in charge. Make sure the troops are called in." After he said this, he and the other five men he had chosen to go with him, took off in t