Ethan's Daughter Resident Evil Novels & Stories

He had killed eight of Dante’s elite guard in brutal, close-quarters combat, snapping bones and tearing throats until a stun-baton to the base of his skull had finally brought the Warlord down. Dante Blackwood stood over him, entirely immaculate in his white suit, save for a few specks of dust. He tossed the smoking silver revolver aside, having just destroyed the security camera. "You fight beautifully, Ethan," Dante murmured, his violet eyes gleaming with a sick, aristocratic admiration. "My brother Julian always said you were a brute. A caveman in a bespoke suit. But there is a terrifying elegance to your violence." Ethan didn't look up. He spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the ruined ha

Right behind her came Abel, carrying a stack of brightly wrapped presents, his sharp Alpha posture relaxed into the easy, familiar air of family. "Grandpa!" Ethan squealed, breaking away from Vanessa's side and bolting straight toward me. He didn't even slow down, slamming his tiny body directly into my legs and wrapping his arms around my knees. "You took forever to wake up! I was here first!" I didn't smile. I couldn't. I forced my hands to relax, retracting my claws just enough so I wouldn't slice through my trousers, but I remained completely rigid, staring past my daughter, past Abel, into the empty courtyard behind them.

Elena reached the door, pushing it fully open, and the scene inside froze everything in her chest at once — Zuri, perfectly unharmed, perched confidently in an enormous leather office chair behind an imposing executive desk, drawing something with a set of expensive-looking pens she'd clearly commandeered without permission. And leaning against the edge of that same desk, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened, an expression on his face Elena had never once seen described in any of the office gossip about him — Ethan Cross, watching her daughter with an attention so complete, so unexpectedly soft, that for one disorienting moment, Elena forgot entirely why she'd been running through this b

“Then why would he message me now out of nowhere, practically asking me to dig into my own father’s downfall? This is getting messier the more we learn, not clearer.” “Can we pull up his daughter’s name and a picture of her?” Julia asked quickly, already leaning towards the screen. Ethan nodded and turned back to his system, typing fast. A few moments later, an image loaded on the screen. We all leaned in together. And in that same breath, Julia, Ethan, and I froze, three sets of eyes locked on the same face. “Raven?” Ethan said in disbelief. “Raven?” Julia and I echoed at the same instant.

she spoke tight-lipped. Naomi Rutherford, the daughter of the alpha. She would be here too, the woman that Ethan was promised to. A large man, this one fat and ageing, stepped out of the car with the help of other guards and caught his breath. I wonder how an Alpha could get so fat. He walked up to Edgar and there was an exchange of firm handshakes. A young woman, at least in her early twenties stepped out. She was an attractive brunette, with brown eyes. Ethan stepped forward and received her hands and planted a kiss on them.

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

The creaking sound of the door opening brought everyone immediately out of their own separate thoughts and we all looked towards the door as Ethan walked out of the room. He had a solemn expression on his face with a small frown on his thin pressed lips. " Ethan..." Hannah rushed towards him. "What did she say? Where is my son? " She asked frantically. Ethan glanced at me before returning his gaze to his sister. " She gave up the Olivia's location". "Oh God..." I let out a sigh of relief breathing in deeply. Fot a second there I thought that Mark's plan wouldn't work. " Is everything done? Can we take our daughter now? " Lenora walked into the hallway with her husband, my father right beside

"Mr. Sullivan had wolfsbane poisoning, and the situation was critical. Mr. Pierce only arranged the bed because it was an emergency. It has nothing to do with anything else!" "Wolfsbane poisoning?" Grace raised an eyebrow. "My father was fine yesterday. Stop trying to make yourself sound important." She leaned closer to Ethan, her voice dropping to something more insidious. "Ethan, remember? Omegas who come from Rogue backgrounds are experts at using the mate bond to manipulate people. "Look at what she's wearing, that tight shirt. She's obviously trying to seduce you. For all you know, she's been playing both sides this whole time.

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.

I say with a sweet voice, disguising my feelings. “Here.” My mother hands me a small package. “Wear this veil with my most sincere wish that you will live your destiny. No strings attached in taking it, but please reconsider staying at Harvest Moon. If for no other reason than to learn the ways of your other tribe.” Her voice is calm and smooth. “Thank you.” I say weakly. I do not want to continue to battle. I turn and leave, package in hand, out to the awaiting horses. “M’lady! My name is Ethan and I will be escorting you on your journey.” A young guard says as he leads two horses towards me. “All your things are secured on the horses and we are ready to go.”