Novel & Cerita Strange World Ethan And Diazo

The car went through the immense land for twenty five minutes. "W-where are we?" Ethan asked Dian reluctantly as he could see a bush far away. "In the werewolf world." She answered. "What you saw was the portal, we just crossed over." She said gently with a smile. Ethan rolled the car window down and carefully pop his head out flinching as the cool breeze hit his face and ran through his hair. He stared at the dark blue sky with a huge half moon and a crimson smoke spread across the sky. He closed his eyes and inhale deeply, a fresh and pure air ran through his lungs and he sigh with relief. Unlike the human world, the air was not polluted but how?

Kristen Oliver was frightened by his abnormal appearance, gritted his teeth, and reluctantly replied, 'What is your relationship with Xenos Winter, we are what we are. 'Kristen Healey, do you have to talk to me like this?' Ethan Wharton growled in anger, punched the wall in anger, and his blood flowed. When the noise alarmed the people outside the house, Elvis Sterling kicked the door open and pulled away Ethan Wharton, who was approaching. 'Ethan Wharton, even if there is any misunderstanding between you, you should talk about it well. Don't scare Queenie.' “Queenie？ It's really intimate. '

“You do realize that you are talking to the Crown prince of Valderra” I asked. Ethan scoffed “That doesn't make you any different from other humans” Ethan said to my face and walked away, he pushed me aside and went back to join the others in the hall. For a moment, the mask slipped. My heart thundered. I could hear my heartbeat. I tried to feel that same peace I felt a few seconds ago but it was impossible to do that now, since this strange man has succeeded in adding to my troubles this evening. I went back into the hall, my parents were still discussing with Seraphina's father, they seemed to get along, as they smiled or laughed every second.

A kaleidoscope of colours shimmered from every direction—sequins, silk, jewels, each person dressed like they were a piece of art come alive. Ethan straightened instinctively, his reserved nature prickling. He was a man of discipline, a head-straight, eyes-forward kind of life. Nights like this—crowded, loud, indulgent were foreign to him. He had only agreed to come because Chloe’s +1 had cancelled last minute, and he had never been able to tell his sister no. And yet… strangely, now that he was here, he found himself curious. This is Tim Dorian. His sister’s obsession had seeped into him in a way he didn’t expect. What was it about this man that had the world and Chloe so enraptured?

"Take a whiff." Zane frowned. "What--" "Just fucking smell me!" Ethan screamed from where he's pinned beneath Zane. Still frowning, Zane slowly bent his head and dragged in a breath when his nose was closer to Ethan's neck and there was....nothing. Zane's breath caught. "Oh." "Exactly!" Ethan hissed and with a violent buck, he lurched his lips upward. His strenght caught Zane off guard and he was thrown off Ethan who stumbled up to a sitting position on the floor, trembling like he was on the edge of falling apart.

Not until I understand what’s really going on. I glance out of the window, taking in the serene Arizona morning. The sky is a soft gradient of orange and pink, and the distant mountains give off a calming sense of isolation. It’s peaceful here, but my mind is anything but. Ethan is alive, but he’s pretending—or genuinely believes—that he’s someone else. Lydia’s involvement only complicates things. What is her game? More importantly, why doesn’t Ethan remember me or his own life?

“And… how did you find us?” Before he could answer, Ariel reached over and patted my hair the way I always soothed hers. Then she looked at him with innocent seriousness. “Did Daddy ask you to save us?” The stranger chuckled under his breath. “No, little one.” He leaned back slightly, eyes still on me. “Firstly, my name is Ethan. And I’ve been tracking those men for weeks. Watching them. Waiting for them to slip.” His expression hardened for a second. “One of my men was keeping an eye on them tonight. He called to say they had taken a woman and a child.”

Eliot was a total stranger, and yet, Ethan felt close enough to him. It was the unwelcome skepticism with which it finally dawned on Ethan, both then and during their casual conversation by the train tracks, that he had all along, without seeming to, without even admitting it, already been trying—and failing—to win Eliot over. When Ethan did offer—because all visitors loved the idea—to take Eliot to Villa Hulo and walk up to the very top of the skyscraper they nicknamed End-of-the-world, he should have known better than to just stand there without a comeback.

Uncertainty. The mysterious stranger folded his arms quietly. For once, he offered no answer. Because this question wasn't for him. It wasn't for gods. Or monsters. Or ancient civilizations. It was for Ethan. The white divergence pulsed softly around him. Humanity flowed through his mind. Billions of emotions. Billions of voices. Billions of lives. For the first time since the divergence awakened, Ethan stopped resisting the connection. Instead— He listened. He heard a mother comforting her daughter beneath a collapsed building in a city thousands of miles away.

' 'Yes, so bow your bloody head, because as beautiful as the back streets of Rome can be, I don't fancy being out in the open for longer than necessary. I did as he said, bowing my head and resisting the urge to glance towards the woman and see if her curiosity had finally abated. 'Thank fuck for that,' Ethan said after a few long, uncomfortable seconds and I turned to see the woman had disappeared from view. Glancing around the T-junction where we stood, he raised his hands and pulled at the air in front of the shrine. Brickwork rippled, undulating like it was water and not solid stone. The candlelight flickered furiously. As the surface of reality peeled apart, revealing a gaping black tun