Diego Of Ice Age Novels & Stories

"Let's get this over with." "Die!" The huge man roared and approached Diego. Diego did the same, dodging the arm that flew towards his face, while slashing one of his legs. With swift movement, Diego climbed to his neck and shot his vertebrae. He jumped down after killing the man in ten seconds. Another bomb sounded, the ground beneath Diego trembled and cracked open, but he was fast enough to hold onto the ground above him. His gaze moved below. People were burning alive. He even saw Dona... He looked up and tried to pull himself up again, but the ground he was holding cracked.

Diego straightened his suit jacket, then bent forward in a formal bow. “Respected Elders… I am Briella’s husband. My name is Diego Elsher.” ***

Diego: “Be ready in ten. Wear something you don’t mind ditching.” Alex’s fingers tightened around the device. Diego Vega was many things—loyal, ruthless when needed, and dangerously clever. Born in the rough streets of East Borough, Diego had clawed his way into the Morano fold with a mix of raw instinct and brutal efficiency. Though he bore no Morano blood, he’d earned his place as one of the most trusted men in the organization—and Alex’s only true friend in the world. At 6:05 AM sharp, the door creaked open again. This time, Diego entered dressed like a mechanic, complete with grease-streaked coveralls and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Roman and Paxton had made their way out to relieve themselves, and I covered my mouth when I heard one of them let out a long morning fart as they peed. Diego, our pocket-sized thief, was lying in his bed roll, exposed to the elements where he preferred to sleep in case of an attack. Even in the rain or snow, he would just move to the base of a tree and weather the storm. Diego's hands were behind his head as he stared at the sky. He was minding his own business, always did, and I appreciated him for it. Neil was nowhere to be seen, so he probably hadn't left his tent yet.

If you were caught, you would end up in a whole new one, depending on who exactly bought you. Usually the buyers are powerful men who are looking for toys to pass the time. They used you. They fucked you. They abused you, and then they either threw you away or killed you. That was the fate you faced, but some were worse than others, and my buyer was the worst there was. Diego Aguilar is the most ruthless and cold-blooded king to exist in thousands of years. And the only lycan to exist in our world. He killed without blinking, and if you crossed him even a bit, he would destroy you no matter who you were.

My legs burned, but it was the good kind of burn, the one that reminded me why I loved this game even when it tried to break me. “Ellis!” Coach barked. “Center the next rush. Let’s see if that A means anything yet.” I nodded, tapping my stick on the ice twice, our team’s old signal for “got it” and skated back to the face-off dot. The guys were scattered across the neutral zone, jerseys soaked with sweat despite the cold. Danny lined up on my wing, grinning like an idiot even though his face was red from the last sprint. Cho took the other side, quiet and focused as always. And back in net, Nora was resetting after a string of tough saves, her mask pushed up on her helmet, hair sticking to h

Diego muttered coldly, already walking away with the baby in his arms. .... Now... near a high bridge by the river Diego stood at the edge, holding DJ tightly in both hands. The baby was wrapped in a small blanket, a soft cry escaping his lips as the cold wind blew through. Diego stared at the baby’s face for a long moment. Then, slowly, he stretched him out, away from his chest ready to drop. The wind roared around him. The crashing water below waited like a beast with its mouth wide open. Tears rolled down Diego’s cheeks. His grip on the baby tightened.

Diego hissed, I could see the pain in his eyes. "Diego --" I screamed. "I told you don't call me that. I'm no longer Diego, everyone addresses me as Death, your worst enemy." Diego said. Poor Diego, he had to grow up under the influence of that vicious monster. She corrupted his mind with so much lies and hate, I had to fix all of this. "Enough of the melodramatic family reunion, it feels like I'm watching a soap opera right now." Yennefer chuckled. "Now Isabella you will die. Any last words?"

DIEGO "Wait! Please Spare me!" The old wolf crawled away slowly in the pool of his blood, begging me to spare his life. I kept walking up to him with my bloody silver knuckle duster, desperate to slam his face more and more until he's out of breathe. "I beg of you, Diego. Please, spare me!" He cried, struggling to get under his car and hide from me. Before he could even squeeze his fat ass under his vehicle, I stumped his broken leg, causing him to scream out in agony, crying. "GOD DAMMIT! SHIT!!"