Ethan Winters X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

“Mr. Harrison, any comments about the United States victory last season?” Ethan’s eyes never left mine, and he smirked. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he replied calmly. “Canada tends to crush every bad thing on its path.” A few guests laughed, thinking he was joking. But I knew he wasn't, he was dead serious. His fingers were curled tight at his sides, and he stood still. Geneva followed my gaze. “Why do you two look like you’re about to kill each other? Just ignore him.” “It’s hockey, Geneva, I can't ignore anyone,” I said lightly. But it wasn’t. If I wanted to, I could ignore Ethan, but where was the fun in that?

"And I know you have a reason for all of this." I was feeling a jolt of sudden pleasure and happiness in my heart when she confessed her love to me. I never thought that I could be loved ever in my life. Me, Ethan, a mere half-human, half-wolf finally found the one who loved him back! Yes,I also fell in love at first sight with her the moment I saw her lying vulnerably on my attic... "You don't know me..." I said after a while, staring glances at her.

“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.

"He’s a high-ranking enforcer from the Southern Tundra. I’ve been tracking his career. He’s impressive, isn't he? Young, fierce, and unburdened by the baggage of the old guard. I find myself drawn to that youthful fire lately." Ethan’s jaw tightened until I heard the bone pop. "Is that a jab at my winters, Collins?" "If the pelt fits, Ethan. You asked what I was thinking. I’m thinking I’ve grown tired of stagnant air; I prefer the scent of the new season." "I had things to discuss with you, but clearly, the Southern Tundra has your full devotion," Ethan spat, his voice dropping to a sub-zero temperature. "Just eat." The meal was a silent battlefield of clashing auras. While Ethan settled the

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

And then he winked. A small, almost playful gesture. But to Lena, it felt like a blade sliding between her ribs. Her heart sank, heavy and cold. "No… it can’t be… can it?" The group around her was still talking — Aiden cracking some joke about rogue wolves in waiter uniforms, Maya rolling her eyes, Liam smirking — but Lena barely heard them. Her gaze stayed fixed on Ethan’s retreating figure as he disappeared down the path toward the gardens. She swallowed hard, forcing her features back into neutrality. She couldn’t let them see, not yet.

Ethan bit his lip before swatting back with his right hand. “What are you trying to do to me?! We're not at home, damn it!” Ethan scolded as he closed the oven. He pulled the oven mitts off and turned to face the Alpha. Hughes looked confused, as if unsure what the Omega was talking about, but Ethan knew better. The Omega reached up and grabbed his collar, yanking down and pressing their lips together. The sound of the front door opening made Ethan pull away. He turned to find his grandson entering the apartment with a permanent attitude etched on his face.

That wasn’t a stranger who had lost his memory; that was my Ethan, the man who once valued my life more than his own. “Ethan? Ethan, where are you? I’m scared!” Not far away, Jane’s panicked cries rang out, and Ethan’s body stiffened immediately. Suddenly, with a buzz, the backup power kicked in. A harsh white light flooded the entire hall. When I finally saw what was in front of me, I froze. Everyone was staring at the way Ethan and I were holding hands. Like he had just woken from a dream. Ethan yanked his hand away as if it burned, stumbling back a step.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

Soaked in sweat, I finally caught Ethan's scent on the top floor. But before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the scene before me brought me to a halt. Through the glass wall, I saw Ethan and Mira gathered around a little boy, celebrating his birthday. The boy looked about Theo's age. He was fair-skinned, his eyes glowing with happiness. He smiled brightly with nothing to worry about. Ethan leaned down and ruffled his hair. His gestures were so natural, just like a father. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Theo.