Diego Hargreeves Powers Novels & Stories

She has been unnecessarily frustrating since he took her to see Zyair and abruptly refused eating until he frees the boy. Grimshaw also knew within that the knowledge that her own mother had put him on permanent protection was something way more challenging for her. He felt really proud but more happy about the fact that her powers were actually awakening. It was a go go for him actually as he had been waiting patiently to be able to harness her powers. But since what happened with his men the other day, Grimshaw suspected that something was off with her and her powers. The sorceress had

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

said Diego and walked out . When he went out he saw the dragon guards tied up and one of his werewolf people holding a box . Prince Diego opened the box and saw the beautiful shining blue fragment of the crystal of power . " Well done ! " said Diego with a smile . " Thank you , your highness ! " said the werewolf guard . He took the box and looked at the dragon guards with a vicious smirk then entered the limousine . When holding the crystal of power , prince Diego could feel his own energy grow in huge amounts .

“I can’t let you do that.” “I’m sorry,” I stated as Gracie slipped out the door. “I never said I was turning you in, but I need to protect my people. You still didn’t tell me how you got past my sensors.” She looked at me and made a puzzled face as our eyes met. Something happened then. I felt compelled to tell her everything I knew about everything from the last 10 years. “They killed my mom because she was a spy,” I blurted out, “She was what they called sick. But we’re not sick. We’re powerful. And that scares those without powers. So instead of giving us a chance they-”

Lysithea could even work together with Zayn. She could wipe this no-good Diego off the face of existence with his help! Diego wasted no time catching up to her, and he certainly did not break a sweat. He continued his stroll in the same casual, relaxed gait, enjoying the sight of Lysithea scrambling in panic like he was a cat in a mood to play with his food. He could not help but feel his ballooning glee at the fact that he could sense how much Lysithea’s powers were weakening.

(Yeah, it feels like suicide, but he helped me when I was in need, so if there is even a single percent chance that he is in need of help, then I am surely going there. I walked a few meters inside the woods. I saw the back of Diego, but he wasn't wearing his shirt anymore, and there was blood on his torso. I gasped and walked towards him. "Oh my god, Diego, are you alright?" I ran towards him and turned him towards me. There were animal claw-like marks on his abs and chest. "God, you are badly hurt," I said, but to my surprise, the wounds that were in front of my eyes a second ago started to heal themselves automatically. I widened my eyes and raised my head to look into his eyes. I fell on

“You don’t understand. She wants to destroy him but I share the same ideal. What am I if I leave everything to someone else? She is still the same, with her hatred or not. I want to be there when everything ends. I want to push the sword that will kill him inside his heart. For the countless death we experienced, for the hope he shattered in front of us, for the people who trusted us and couldn’t be here to witness it… While for Dahlia, she is still undergoing her battle and experiencing the tragedies we lived, I already walked by them. My hatred is no less than hers. I want to turn him into ash yet I still want him to suffer the same way we did.” “I like you,” he rubbed his chin thinking. W

I was shocked when he said that was his decision, I mean less than 5 minutes ago he wouldn’t even hear about it and then he just decided in five minutes to put him in a position that was meant for me. “Don’t you know? A man’s best character can be predicted when he has power in his hands, your dad just put power in his hands to reveal how he is”, Aria says. “I thought the character shows when one is poor”, I say confused. “When he’s poor and when he has power, then imagine putting a poor man in power, now his every move is vital”, Aria says. “I doubt, dad might have done it for me and we are busy reading so much into it”, I say and Aria shrugs.

My heart ached at the raw emotion in his voice, but Diego only smiled faintly, as if he’d expected it. “You care for him,” Diego said. “That much is obvious. But you can’t protect him from what he is.” “And what is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, finding my voice again. Diego’s eyes softened. “You’re more than you realize, Harlow. Your connection to the earth, to nature… it’s a gift passed down through our bloodline. Your mother had it, and now you do too. But it’s not just a gift. It’s a responsibility. There are forces in this world that would seek to use your power for their own gain. I... I only want to protect you.”

he clarifies his decision. My expression darkens at his words. My gaze cringes and breathing thickens. Heaving deep breaths,I realized my hidden morphed fist. "Huge benefits follows this requests" I persuade,he chuckle's. "What benefits have you which suits my desires?. Am a living god alpha Drake. The ancient spirits dwells within me. I pull rain from the clouds, spiritually battle demons,hea numerousl sicknesses…". "All sicknesses expect your daughters" I interrupt. Diego's daughter habours a wired and unrecognizable sickness an alpha blood alone cures.