Diego From Every Witch Way Novels & Stories

He must have felt my burning jealousy. I huffed and clenched my teeth. "We'll. Talk. Later," I growled out and immediately cut him off before he could protest. 'It seems like whenever we're not around her, pups flock her like some kind of meat,' Dante snarled. 'Yeah,' I said as I shifted and dashed into the forest. After running for a while, I could. smell her scent and as I was about to dash towards Diego's house when I snuff out the scent of someone. It smelled like a witch. My canines retracted and I traced the scent of the witch.

Diego’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to defend himself against my accusations. “You wanted his death; it was you warriors who choked him; it was you who did everything to manipulate the situation in your favor. You can’t blame me for something that was ultimately your doing.” Diego’s jaw clenched, his voice rising with emotion as he pointed the finger back at me. “Everyone knows that I am evil, cruel, and manipulative, but I did not cause this. But are you anything better? Alpha Xavier, your brother, your only friend, was about to die, and you did nothing to stop it. You let him suffer while you focused on your own power and control.” Diego’s words cut through the t

"You were the subject of the prophecy. About your blood. About the end you were meant to bring. Mariana gasped and took Diego's hand. "No." This can't be, "It is," the Alpha said, his voice like a death sentence. "You, Diego Rivas, are the key that will destroy the world of werewolves." The ground opened up beneath them, and darkness rose up like a living creature. Diego understood, The true essence of darkness was revealed to him. It was his blood.

How the fuck was he going to get through the rest of the day? Diedre walked onto the stage dressed in her colourful ceremonial robes. As the pack witch, she was also their shaman. And as the strongest witch in all the territories in which he was King, she was the one who led all the other witches. Diedre wasn't part of any coven, but if she had been, she would have been their High Priestess.

“I don’t believe you. Alpha Julian has killed too many alphas, taken over too many packs. I’ve seen what he’s done to those who disobey him. I refuse to have my family hunted down or disemboweled over and over in his dungeon until they finally stop healing. No, I won’t do it. I’ll do what he says.” Diego walks toward the desperate male, his hands up, showing that he is unarmed and hasn’t shifted. “What’s your name?” This sudden shift in dialogue throws the wolf off guard. He actually moves his hand slightly away from the pup’s stomach and looks at Diego like he’s crazy. All of us do. But the wolf is so shocked that he answers. “Jerry.” “Hey, Jerry. I’m Diego. I’m the alpha of the

I voiced out in confidence. "Yes, Alpha!" They all chorused and then we headed out of the witches' kingdom back to the woods. While walking in the woods, Diego spoke up. "The witches were really selfish this time, apart from giving Luna Jana back to us. If they couldn't fight the war, they could have at least, given us something which could be helpful to us." Diego pouted. "It's fine, Diego. I believe we will win this war." "With or without them." Natasha added, with confidence.

I realize it cannot cross—just as the one I summoned never left its place. Two tentacle‑like writhing tendrils dash out, coiling around Dagar’s arms. They pull, dragging him closer. Dagar snarls, muscles straining as he resists. His patience breaks, and he hunches low, glaring at the witch with fury, growling. “I know everything there is to know about witches,” he says. “My mother taught me.” “Good for you,” she huffs, weariness gripping her. “Now die.”

I can't tell for how long we lay like that, panting, catching our breath. Suddenly I heard, “Get out.” “Hmm?” I hummed, still in my daze. “I said get out, you witch!” Diego repeated, getting up. Just like that, I came down from my high and crashed back to earth. Was this really happening? Was this madness or what?

"I can see you have become so powerful. Even more powerful than your parents whom I killed easily. Well, since your powerful parents died, there's no law that states you can die either. We'll have to make sure of that." The head witch said with a devilish laugh and was about to fly away on her broom when Lucia flashed her eyes at her. She fell to the floor, feeling so weak. She groaned in pain as Lucia walked towards her. All her efforts to get up proved abortive. She raised her head and looked at Lucia's eyes. Those eyes. She couldn't forget them. She had dreamt of those eyes countless times and often saw it in her dreams. How she wished she had found a way to eliminate only her competition

She wants to kill us. "Diego—behind the door. Kare—right window. Hakeem—under the desk. I’ve got the one behind the boxes. On three." "One. Two. Three." Diego slams the door open, trapping a male witch behind it. The impact knocks the breath out of him, but he shrieks, sending a burst of sound that nearly deafens us. Diego takes the hit, then punches him so hard his skull cracks against the wall. Dead. Kare takes a flying kick to the face of another witch, breaking her nose, caving it in. She’s dead before she even hits the floor.