Ethan Winters Death Novels & Stories

Later, Ethan tried to reach my soul through witches and prayers to the Moon Goddess, but nothing worked. He abandoned his Alpha duties and left the territory, searching for more powerful witches. Over time, the pack stopped recognizing him as their Alpha, and they even despised him for what he'd done to me. After he left the territory, he ran into rogue wolves at the border. They recognized him as the Shadow Pack's former Alpha and attacked him. Ethan was outnumbered, and he died at the border under their assault. To humiliate him, they even cut off his limbs. I guess he suffered through what I had suffered through.

Chapter 29 – The Accusation Sera’s POV I sat in the dimly lit living room, my fingers tightening around the rim of my untouched coffee mug. The news of Ethan’s death had spread like wildfire. The entire city was talking about it—Ethan Carter, the untouchable businessman, had fallen to his death from his own penthouse balcony. The police hadn’t wasted any time launching an investigation. Of course, they wouldn’t. Ethan was too powerful, too connected for his death to be brushed aside. And now, they were looking for someone to blame.

Ethan's face darkened suddenly, showing displeasure. Oliver shot him a glance, reproaching, "Nick, you're going too far! Jessica has been dead for five years. You should all start new lives. You can't keep trapping yourselves in her death. Are you planning to live as lonely widowers for the rest of your lives just for a dead person?" Nick drank silently, not saying anything more. ... At night, Ethan stumbled back home, clearly drunk. As he returned to his room, Alex and Noah, who had been awake, heard the commotion and quietly made their way to his room.

Ethan could see that Charles was proud of his father, even in the way he handled his time being tortured. "After what seemed like hours, I finally freed my hands. I waited a few minutes to feel my Wolf's strength once again flow through my body. Those few minutes cost my father his life." Once again Ethan was in awe of how his father had lived his life after such pain. "Just as I felt I was ready to shift and over-take the group, they heard something outside. Alpha Conway burst through the door. The sudden entry startled Colton and he plunged the knife he held into your grandfather and sliced straight down, killing him. At the same time, I shifted into my wolf lunging at Colton. I grabbed on

His body began to shake. Who had done this? Was he the one meant to die? Ethan began to let tears fall off his eyes unconsciously. The car was caught up in intense flames, there was no way anyone could have survived this. It was just like the way Mrs. Winston died. In a car explosion on this very street. It was just unexplainable how it was initiated. Ethan felt really bad and cursed himself. He had just let a young man, a young hustling driver die in a car explosion because of one wicked La Muérte.

I needed him compliant, needed him to consummate this sham of a marriage, to make my lie stick. The front door creaked open, and Ethan walked in like a shadow of himself, his face pale, his arm bandaged from the D.C. attack that had left his team dead and him barely alive when they found him. His eyes were hollow, haunted, the weight of his colleagues’ deaths—Jenna, Torres, Dorin and Malik who later died in the hospital—etched into every line of his face.

He should've received news of Connor's death at least. If they were kidnappers, why hadn't they asked for ransom even after so many days? It was New Year's Eve, and other people were gathering and having the time of their lives. In contrast, Ethan walked to the balcony alone, allowing the blanket of snow to cover his body. "You should rest, Mr. Miller." Brent draped a coat over Ethan. Ethan gazed at the snowflakes dancing under the streetlights. A lonely look flashed across his lean face. He said in a hoarse voice, "Brent, what should I do if they're dead?"

He could not go on anymore, and my heart wrenched at how lonely he must have felt. We sat together in silence, and I was about to ask if I could go in there and see Ruby when I heard footsteps. It was Cole. I jumped up and ran to him, his hands stretching to catch me midway. “Cole,” his name sounded like a plea, a prayer, a broken request, and his hands tightened around me He kissed my forehead and let go of me. “What happened?” I asked and he sighed. “Ethan is dead. He fell into the water while fighting with his brother,” he sounded strange.

“You can’t do this, Hades. There are witnesses, the media… You’ll be—” Ethan silenced him with a single, sharp gesture, his eyes boring into Ian’s with a cold, merciless gaze. He turned slightly, addressing the cameras, his voice carrying with a chilling authority. “This is what happens,” Ethan said slowly, his words deliberate, “if you come for Hades.” Before Ian could react, Ethan raised his gun and pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, the bullet striking Ian square in the head. His body crumpled to the floor, lifeless, as the guests screamed and scattered in panic.

Aurora is still not safe from any attacks till we find the person giving the orders and now it seems that would be impossible judging by the fact that Sebastian was found dead and he was the only lead we had. …………..………. Barely hours after the last call with Ethan I received another call from him. “Have you found out his cause of death?” That was the first thing I asked him. I didn’t care about any stupid formalities right now. “Yes. Drug overdose, he seemed to be a drug addict and had overdosed himself on Methamphetamine which caused his sudden death.” He answered. Drug overdose? The last time we dug information about him he was as clean as a plate. Doesn’t even have a drinking problem or ad