Ethan Winters Death Novels & Stories

I whispered, the horror of it unfolding in my mind like a Greek tragedy. "He pushed him, Anya. He tracked Julian’s pulse like a metronome. When Julian wouldn't cooperate, Ethan adjusted the 'vitamins.' He caused the arrhythmia. He sat there and watched Julian die so he could inherit the North Star brand and the boy who came with it." "You’re saying Ethan Vance murdered Julian Rhodes?"

As the young master of Sword Towers, he had never been so humiliated! After he found out that Whitney was Sebastian's ex-wife, he hated the latter even more. An ice disposition was extremely rare! Ethan had gone to almost every famous city in Dramon to find a furnace that he could suck out the blood essence from and now he had finally found one. However, because of Sebastian, he could only watch her from a distance! All the unhappiness he felt would end two days from now with Sebastian's tragic death in the arena. At that moment, the butler hurried over to Ethan. He bent over and whispered, "Mr. Whitehall, there are people outside the door who want to see you!"

I tried to ignore the knock, but the person was persistent, and then I found out it was Ethan. I cursed under my breath and pulled myself off Winter, knowing he wouldn't stop knocking until I attended to him. Winter chuckled and quickly covered her body with a silk robe while I went to get the door. After Ethan finished getting the information he needed on Chelsea, he left the room so we could resume our session. Winter was obviously thrilled about Ethan fancying Chelsea, and she couldn't hide it. I made love to her, assuring her nothing would change or take away what we have, and she had nothing to worry about.

"Don't say that. You're mine. Just stay with me and let me protect you." There was a smile in his voice, but all I felt was cold. Because beneath that gentle tone and easy charm, I knew exactly what Ethan truly was. And I was right. Three days later, the capital was awash in blood and fear. One by one, the powerful men from that night on the yacht started dropping. Some died in car crashes. Some were found after apparent suicides. Others, the lucky ones, survived—but lost their voices forever. Even Jason barely escaped death. That evening, while I sat eating quietly in Ethan's hotel suite, Jason crawled into the room, covered in blood.

Then, I remembered the lights in the room were off and that he couldn’t see it. “Pancreatic cancer.” After that, the room fell silent again. Before long, drowsiness crept over me. “You said that day… that someone wanted you to be happy. Who was it?” I didn’t expect him to remember that, even after so much time had passed. Half-asleep, I answered casually, “Someone I’ll never see again.” After that night, I never saw Ethan again. All I heard was Willow’s smug recount of the miserable state he was in when he walked out of the psychiatry department.

The silence in the hospital was ice-cold, pressing on me like a weight. Yesterday was supposed to be my wedding day. Right before we exchanged rings, Ethan got a call and just... walked out. My grandma, sitting in the front row, was so shocked she started coughing up blood. I begged for help, but all anyone did was laugh at my misery. I called Ethan again and again. No answer. By the time I got my grandma to the hospital, it was too late. She was gone. Ethan left our wedding for Bella. Even through my grief, I arranged her cremation and planned a small funeral. Just as it started, Ethan walked in—with Bella right there beside him.

“Time of death, 12:22 a.m. Wednesday. Charlotte Warper, confirmed dead.” Ethan stood frozen as the white sheet was pulled over her face. His body shook violently, a cry tearing from his chest. He stumbled outside, where his family was already gathering in grief. Moments later, Lauren rushed in with Amy Grant at her side. Ethan, still trembling, stepped out to meet them. Lauren’s eyes darted from one face to another. “Don’t tell me…” Her knees buckled. She collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, Amy holding her from behind.

“I think someone tipped him off, it was obvious that they were just there about an hour ago. They knew we were on our way and were able to escape.” I let out a long sigh as my head fell backwards against the couch. “Oh, also… Ethan is dead. He was found lying dead. He was gutted out.”

“I’m… surprised you haven’t seen it. Even Dawn wasn’t aware until we told her moments ago.” A cold wave washed over me. “So she knows?” I whispered. “Now she does.” I didn’t know whether to scream, collapse, or run inside. My brain refused to absorb it. My heart refused to accept it. My mouth refused to form another word. Dead. Ethan is dead, those loan sharks have finally killed him and if care is not taken Dawn is next. I took a step back, bumping into my own car. My chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths.

"My son… he's only eight…" I watched their faces crumble, then slowly worked my hands free from the loosened rope. I looked up at Ethan, who stood frozen in place. "Do you believe me now?" I asked, my voice like broken glass. I gave him a terrible smile. "They're all dead. Dead because you wanted to light a Christmas tree. Dead because your perfect system was a lie." Ethan just shook his head. "No… impossible… my calculations were correct…" "Oh, and one more thing."