Ethan Winters Death Novels & Stories

His amber eyes were voids of shadow. In his arms, I was a ghost. My face was lifeless, my eyes sealed shut. To anyone watching, it looked like he was carrying a corpse. It was a scene of pure, gothic tragedy. Ethan didn't look at any of them as he climbed the stairs and vanished. The next day, Henry sent the results of Helena's autopsy to Ethan’s encrypted line. There was no foul play found—no toxins, no struggle. It was officially ruled a fatal fall due to a spike in blood pressure.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

I didn’t tell her the truth, but she respected my wish. The new building Winter. co was finished last month. The building is huge with 88 floors and it takes the place at being the highest building in our city. It has to be a really big company. But there is no information to be found about it, only that the owners' names are Kian and Alex Winter.

Ethan picked up the first photograph, an abandoned warehouse, police tape, a body lying beneath a torn plastic sheet. His jaw tightened. "Cause of death?" "Execution." Arthur answered calmly. "Single gunshot to the back of the head." Natasha's stomach dropped. "So...Someone killed him?" Arthur nodded. "Before we could reach him." One of the investigators stepped forward. "Our sources confirmed he was alive after the summit." "He disappeared for forty-eight hours and then... We found him dead." Ethan slowly placed the photographs back onto the table. "This wasn't revenge." Arthur agreed. "No... It was a cleanup." Another photograph was placed in front of Ethan.

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

The sooner that I could get him to get to the point, the sooner this conversation would be over. “Jack Witman…” Ethan said as his eyes narrowed at me. I knew that he was carefully watching my reaction and reading my body language. It was one of the things that Ethan did best. “I see. So, Hayden did tell you about Jack. Were you surprised?” Ethan asked needlessly. “Yes, I was…” I replied. “Did he tell you how and why Jack died?” Ethan asked without mincing his words. “Yes…” I replied as I bit my lips. Ethan walked over to where I was standing and sat down on a chair. He seemed as relaxed as ever. He gestured for me to take a seat on a chair next to him and I slowly complied.

Ethan came to my life like a divine miracle, in which I had lost my faith since the day I held Sophia’s cold, numb, bloodied body in my arms for the last time, wailing my heart out. It was a snowy winter day, and since then…I always harbored a bitterness towards the winter season that came every year, which made me painfully reminisce each time about the day I lost everything. But…shall I consider it as a coincidence, or a twist of fate that my paths crossed with Ethan on a cold, snowy winter day as well?

“I was wrong, Ethan. I was really wrong. Please forgive me. I will never do it again.” There was no trace of mercy in Ethan’s eyes. His grip tightened. Olivia’s struggling weakened until she could barely move. Using the last of her strength, she forced out one final sentence. “Ethan… are you really going to kill me here? There are people everywhere. If you kill me… you will not escape either…”

Daniel said, whose face also looked confused. The doctor seemed to want to explain further, but Xavier immediately understood that Ethan's vomiting of blood was not related to medical issues. "All right, that's enough! You can go," Xavier said. A moment later, Xavier rushed into Ethan's hospital room with Joss. The young man, who was not yet 25 years old, was asleep. His face looked pale, which made them very worried. While Ethan was still fast asleep, the two men sat on the waiting sofa. Joss remembered his king's words, and said, "Sir, Mr. Ethan said that the woman cannot see his tattoo. Do you think Mr. Ethan trusts us?"

"Ahh! Why?! I have been nothing but loyal to Daim, and the sun and stars can be my witness. Why? Why did this happen to me…" Before he could finish speaking, Ethan breathed his last breath as his eyes remained open but hollow, staring blankly at the heavens. He did not understand, even until the end of his life, why the mayor had ambushed him. "F*ck, he's finally dead." Everett took a deep breath, walking over to Ethan. He retrieved the alliance before retreating with his men at once. Just as they left, two guards rushed over as they called out in fright, "Commander Ethan! Commander Ethan…"