Ethan's Daughter Resident Evil Novels & Stories

“Daddy!” Daddy? Ethan appeared from the hallway, striding toward us with urgency in his eyes. Ember ran, launching herself into his arms. Ethan held her tightly, breathing out like he’d been holding his fear in his chest. A daughter. Ethan had a daughter. And I… I lost mine. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. He finally looked at me over Ember’s shoulder—his expression rigid, posture stiff, as if something invisible pressed against him. Ember pointed at me.

“I’m not pretending anything. If I’ve done something wrong, just tell me. But don’t stand there and attack me like this without…” I cut him off, my voice cracking. “You want me to tell you what you did wrong?” My grip tightened on Elena’s photo. “You killed our daughter. That’s what you did.” Gasps filled the room like a wave crashing over a cliff. The whispering stopped. The silence that followed was louder than any scream. Ethan’s face paled. For a moment, I saw something flicker behind his eyes fear? Guilt? Remorse? But it disappeared as fast as it came.

“She never told me. I only found out after she died. I tried to track the child, but she disappeared.” “And you think…?” “Yes,” he said. “I think someone killed Evelyn to get to the girl. And I think that same person is now watching us.” The room spun. “How do you know this?” I asked, breathless. Ethan looked at me, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “Because that girl… might be my daughter.”

She fell roughly to the ground shattering her glasses "You kïlled my sister!!" she heard the girl roar Yes,it was the voice of a girl but Tikka can barely see right now "You'll pay! " she thundered staring down at Tikka. She made to pull the trigger when Eros shot a bullet in her right arm "Am the only one authorized to end her life" he stated releasing more bullets. Lavina wasted no time in dodging it. Doing a back she hid behind a car "Lavina!" Ethan cried coming to his daughter rescue

"You think you can raise her in a lab like you did with him?" "We'll raise her to be what you couldn't be, Grace," Melanie whispered, leaning in so only I could hear. "Controlled. Predictable. A queen who doesn't fall in love with her own shadows." I looked at Ethan one last time. His eyes opened—just a sliver. He saw the situation. He saw the guns. He saw the daughter he had just learned was real. He didn't look at Melanie. He looked at the main power coupling he had just destroyed. There was a single, frayed wire still sparking near a puddle of conductive coolant.

Not unless she wants to make an enemy of the Alvarez family. A mocking female voice sounded from behind Ethan. It was Ethan's mother, Diana Grace.

NARRATIVE In an exquisite villa in Erdington, a group of people sat around a large dining table, discussing over dinner. This villa was Chairman Grey's private residence and he usually used it to host private meetings such as this. The group of six comprised of the chairman himself and five others; Scarlett Grey _ his daughter, Aimee Brooke _ her foster mom, Finley _ his PA, Madame Freya _ a trusted top shareholder and close friend to his late wife and lastly, Lexi _ Scarlett's personal assistant and undercover hacker whom he had assigned to her.

I still crossed their borders and then killed another alpha in front of them. “Ah yes, Alpha Damion. The eldest son to the first Alpha's daughter born in decaids. That must make you the second Alpha's daughter to be born as of late and to the same pack, no less. Though Alpha Damion has tried to dissuade many, his efforts are in vain. The truth is out. Your ability to take on an alpha at such a time makes more sense." Turning, the woman started for the door to my room, not bothering to wait for any kind of response from me.

Ethan stared at the empty space. He wanted to say yes. But before he could answer, the silver key in his hand began vibrating. A new memory appeared. Not from Elena. Not from Richard. Not from the first Ethan. From Ethan himself. A memory from a life he had never lived. He saw a woman. A house. A newborn baby. And himself standing beside a hospital bed. The woman looked at him and smiled. Then she whispered a name. A name Ethan had never heard before. His own daughter.

“And Elvis was supposed to be watching you.” Riley's laugh was sharp enough to cut. "Oh, Elvis is watching me alright." She angled the phone, giving Ethan a brief glimpse of her bedroom from the bathroom, clothes scattered across the floor. "Riley," Ethan growled, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Tell me you are not…” "Not what?" she challenged, eyebrow arched. "Not fucking the one guy you trust to 'keep me in line'? That ship sailed two days ago, brother dearest." "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Ethan ran a hand through his hair, already picturing their father's reaction if he found out his personal guard's son was sleeping with his daughter. "Elvis is…If he finds out…”