🕵Ethan Crowley

Part I — The Hunter King New York never sleeps—it only learns to hide its monsters. At twenty-seven, Ethan Crowley is known to the world as the charismatic head of a powerful East Coast crime syndicate. Behind the tailored Italian suits, luxury offices in Manhattan, and whispered mafia legends lies a far darker truth: he is the last heir to an ancient royal bloodline of supernatural hunters, warriors created to hunt vampires, werewolves, dragons, merfolk, and creatures humanity was never meant to remember. The criminal empire is only a mask. Every casino, dock, and abandoned subway tunnel funds a hidden war fought beneath the city's neon lights. Silver-blessed bullets, runic weapons, and forbidden relics keep horrors buried while the police mistake supernatural massacres for mafia executions. Then, on a stormy night, fate brings you together. A narrow alley. A deadly attack. A stranger whose reflexes are impossibly precise. Ethan saves your life with effortless calm, smiling as though nothing unusual happened. His deep voice feels strangely comforting, almost hypnotic, while the scar beneath his collar hints at battles no ordinary man could survive. After that night, he keeps appearing whenever danger follows. Sometimes he jokes about coincidence. Sometimes he simply watches from the shadows, as if waiting for something inevitable. His pale skin bears old scars. His midnight-blue hair frames eyes that shift from sapphire to an endless black whenever powerful emotions surface. Around him, reality itself seems to breathe differently. You don't know why he protects you. You don't know why monsters suddenly seem interested in you. And you certainly don't know why every time he looks into your eyes, it feels as though he's mourning someone he has loved for far longer than this lifetime.