Ethan Winters Death Novels & Stories

So I couldn't see the silent tears that rolled down her face. After a few minutes, he heard the door open. It was Dr. Slade coming in and stopping at the doorway. Ethan wiped his face on the sleeves of his shirt before climbing out of bed as smoothly as he'd climbed in. And walked to the doctor... Alexis was awake when she heard Ethan enter. But I wasn't ready to face him yet. She had lost her baby! The womb he loved to touch and kiss was now empty. I was devastated, but so in shock I couldn't cry. I feared starting and not being able to stop...

The morgue hallway stretched endlessly, the fluorescent lights glaring white. Ethan Rhodes’ business partner, William Shaw, handed me a note. His “final words.” Terminate the pregnancy. Start over. I clutched the paper, my hands shaking. Half an hour ago, I’d gotten the call: Ethan’s flight had crashed. No survivors. I rushed to the hospital with my five-month belly, and they told me, “Please accept our condolences.” Now, even in death, he had someone delivering instructions: terminate the child.

It was an encrypted outgoing message scheduled for a date that had already passed. "Look at the timer," Ethan said. "He set a dead-man’s switch. If he didn't check in, these files were supposed to go to a journalist. But the Vances must have jammed his signal or hacked his cloud before it could send." "So, they think they deleted it," I said, a dark realization dawning on me. "They think the only copy died with him in that car." Ethan’s grip on my shoulders tightened, a fierce, protective energy radiating from him. "They’re wrong. We have the drive. We have the truth. And now, we have the leverage."

Ethan snapped his head up, his eyes bloodshot and unseeing as he looked at Killian, completely unraveling. "Killian, Rose isn't waking up! She's not speaking to me!" Ethan screamed, his chest heaving with violent sobs as tears streamed down his face. "Something happened to her... She's... She's dying!" “What?!” Killian’s heart thundered against his ribs.

He was being protective of me. "Over there," I said quickly when I spotted Ethan's body. He was unconscious and still breathing. A gash was healing across his spine as he was buried face downward in the snow. Whoever did this meant to leave him alive. He was out cold from what looked like the lack of blood. "I know him- that's Beta Ethan. The one that we were let into the manor by," I reminded Casimir. Surely he would recognize him.

"We have big news today. A wolf committed suicide by jumping off the roof of Silvercrest Tower this afternoon. The incident has caused the trucks to back up on the icy roads. Drivers should take the back paths. We want to remind every wolf to love your life..." While the news guy talks, a picture of Silvercrest Tower shows up on the screen. The front of the ice rink has yellow police tape all over it. On one side are nosey wolves watching, and on the other side is a blurry body. Since Chloe Bennett had a red dress on, the blurry spot looks like a big red pile of snow. It looks like a whole puddle of wolf blood. My body goes stiff, and I feel a cold wind inside my bones. Who was the wolf that

“She chose to protect you. Not him. She knew you would be the one left standing when this became visible and she built you a foundation before she died.” The word foundation sat in the room differently than it had in every conversation before. Ethan was completely still. Bianca reached across and put her hand over his on the table. She did not say anything. She just put it there. He turned his hand over and held it. “Where is my father now,” Ethan said. “He died four years ago,” Oates said. “Two years before the inquiry began. Whether that was coincidence or whether Reeves arranged it is something we have not been able to confirm.” A pause. “I won’t pretend that’s a comfortable thing to hear

I shoved it into my pocket. "Noah?" The voice came from the dark behind me. I spun around, my dagger out. Ethan was sitting under a willow tree, his hands outspread. His face was a mask of weeping burns. The white bandage I’d tied over his eyes was already soaked through with yellow fluid and blood. "Is he..." Ethan’s voice trailed off. "He's dead, Ethan." "Did he tell them?" "No." I stood up, wiping my hands on my leather trousers. "He died with my name on his lips. But he told them we died in the fire."

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

He said as he brought her Antabulam close to her face. "I thought my heart was ready for it, but this foolish heart is still beating for this man" She said with a smile as she wiped her tears. She held it in her arms and took a deep breath "Rise" Ethan's soul got up from his body. She held back her tears "I'm Vivian, the winter angel of death. I'm here to collect your soul" Ethan looked at the beautiful angel. "So, this is what you are" He said with a smile "I'm sorry I couldn't save us all" She said with a sad smile.