Resident Evil 7 Biohazard Ethan Novels & Stories

Ethan had stepped out from the shadows for the first time in years, and now Adrian was determined to drag him into the light and burn everything he’d built to the ground. Adrian reached for the bullet casing on his desk, rolling it between his fingers. “You wanted a war,” he whispered to himself. “Then let’s end this.” In the dimness of the penthouse, Adrian Blackwell made a silent promise. Ethan Graves had returned from the dead. But he would make sure this time... He wouldn’t survive.

Ethan flexed his hand and said with a smile, “Disciples of the fifth zone have some moves, but it’s not enough.” As he spoke, a rapid string of green numbers flashed in Ethan’s eyes. Strings of gene sequences appeared and disappeared on the surface of Ethan’s skin! Finally, a blue genetic sequence imprint appeared between Ethan’s eyebrows! At the same time, he said, “I’m sorry. I want to sleep and don’t have time to play with you.” With that said, Ethan’s figure disappeared from the sight of the six people! When they saw him again, Ethan reappeared in front of a killer and threw a punch in the killer’s face!

“You know, Victor was right about you.” Elena stopped three feet away. “Was he?” “He said you were the only one dangerous enough to make this fun.” Her eyes turned to ice. “That was his second mistake.” “And the first?” Elena smiled. “Letting me live.” She was about to pull the trigger— Then Ethan laughed. Actually laughed. And lifted his free hand slowly. A detonator rested in his palm. Every nerve in Elena’s body went rigid. “Careful,” Ethan said. “This warehouse is sitting on enough chemical residue and old fuel tanks to take out half the block. If I die, so do you.”

Grinding his teeth, he released Olivia. She collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping for air. “Take her away.” The bodyguards stepped forward and dragged the coughing Olivia up from the ground. Another man carried the screaming child, whose cries echoed through the terminal. Ignoring the whispers, the stares, and the constant filming, Ethan turned and walked quickly toward his car. Once they returned to the villa, Ethan threw Olivia onto the living room floor while the child was taken into another room under supervision. “Talk.” Ethan stared down at her. “Where is Vivian?”

As soon as they walked in, Ethan grabbed Vivian's wrist and threw her onto the sofa, questioning her coldly: "Tell me! The matter with Tyler's grave—was it you?" His eyes burned with a fury she had never seen directed at her before. This wasn't the passionate, devoted man who had stolen silver eyes for her. This was the Beta of the pack—dangerous, powerful, and absolutely livid. "He was my son," Ethan continued, his voice shaking with rage. "Even if he wasn't my favorite, he still deserved a resting place after death!" Vivian's heart sank as she realized Ethan had discovered what she had done behind his back. The careful plans she had made were unraveling.

"who the hell is that?" Ethan’s eyes were black as his wolf attempted to take over, brown fur sprouting from his pores as claws and teeth extended. Blood now stained the side of his head from Maria hitting him and matted his blonde hair. His shirt was torn and bloody from when the small wolf had scratched him. Even in human form Ethan towered over the little brown wolf but as his wolf began to emerge it was obvious he was a monster. "Bethan." Maria answered but only had to look down to see what Eva was talking about when it came to her hip, the blonde's eyes clouding in alarm before she looked up to meet Eva's eyes. "We need to get you out of here."

I took his hand to pull him to the other side of the room. “You will remain with him over my dead body,” I heard Ethan growl from behind me. It happened all in a flash. I turned to see Ethan barrelling towards me with his claws out. From the corner of my eye, I saw Indigo pounce at him, but Zion was faster. Just as Ethan’s claw scratched my throat, Zion ripped his head off his body with one swift movement. "Geneva," I heard someone scream. The sight of my brother’s headless body was the last thing I saw before darkness took over me, and I felt the distant sound of my body hitting the ground with a loud thud.

However, Logan noticed it and said fearfully, “M-Mr. Edmund?!” Ethan looked up, and a light appeared from behind the tombstone. The light made Edmund’s face clear as day. He looked burned with singed hair and blood oozing from the scars on his face. His eyes were empty as he stared ahead. Anyone would be horrified at that moment, not to mention the guilty Ethan. Even Sophia was horrified as she closed her eyes and buried her head in Elliot’s chest. Ethan fell backward and kicked away from the tombstone, screaming, “Gh-ghost! Get away from me! H-Hey, shaman guy, capture him quickly! Don’t let him reincarnate!”

Their bodies hit the ground with dull thuds, limbs slack, eyes rolled back. “What the—” I started, but the words died on my tongue. A figure stepped out from the shadows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His sharp grin glinted under the lantern light. “Filth,” Ethan muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Even their blood tastes like it.” I stared at him, my pulse racing. “Ethan?” He glanced at me, his expression unreadable, the crimson smudge at the corner of his mouth catching the light before he wiped it away again.

She opens her mouth to retort when the bell rings and she unnecessarily widens her eyes before she turns to the mirror at lightning speed then leaps to the door. And I hear several squealing and smooching voices while I try not to gag. When they go on for about minutes with no intention of stopping, I can't help myself, "Get past my door already, I'm hardly interested in a live demonstration of how rodents colonize!" I hear snickers before I see them, clung together like chewed chewing gum to sienna, is Ethan. He's Latin American with a sweet Bronze complexion and a dozen piercing and ugly tattoos. He's smiling sickly with his teeth on display, "Darling Ree, you sound awfully jelly~ I know a