Diego Of Ice Age Novels & Stories

Even the voice was identical. That voice… the voice of a bastard we had assumed was long rotting at the bottom of the ocean. Diego. I had never been particularly close to Diego. All I knew of him came from Rosalina's accounts — that her son had certain special limitations. On the rare occasions we had crossed paths in the past, he had never displayed anything unusual beyond a vacant stare or childlike behavior. I even remembered with perfect clarity what he had looked like at the very end — his face brutally beaten beyond recognition, his body lifeless before being cast into the open sea. So why… why had that bastard managed to rise from the dead?

Flashback*** (a few weeks before Ezra’s arrival) “Diego, if you're not going to do the right thing and bring the royalty back to our family, then both of us will have to cut ties from here because I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure that they don't succeed in carrying on the leadership of the pack.” Diego is my younger brother, and he is the next in line after my dad, but he has totally refused to do whatever he needs to do to bring back the royalty to our family. I have tried my best to convince him several times, but he's so stubborn about it. I don't know why he can't think about the benefits and how much our grandfather would be in the afterworld.

she asked. Diego looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "It's a long story," he said. "But the short version is that I was hiking in the mountains one day when I came across a pack of wolves. At first, I was scared, but then I realized that I felt a connection to them. I followed them back to their den and, long story short, I ended up being bitten by one of them." Dasha's eyes widened. "And that's how you became a werewolf?"

Diego’s voice rumbled from the other end of the dark alley. Ysabelle retreated a few step and stared at him coldly She don’t want to experience the similar torture again. “come here!” Diego turned his head. Ysabelle didn’t move an inch. Diego sighed and walked toward her. “who are you?” Ysabelle’s eyes were cold. Bang! She flung the brick in her hands outwards.

I say. " no problem, now eat! You are gonna need your strength! " he says excitedly. I begin eating and I wolf it all down within seconds. " for what exactly?" I say blankly. " to escape! " he says. " and damn girl talk about hunger!" All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my chest and it takes a minute to realise that it's from snow. " April, are we going to leave mate behind?" She asks sadly. " yes snow! He rejected us remember? He also got our parents killed! " I say matter of factly.

“Aiden, water board this miserable bastard.” After another hour of torture, Diego is barely holding on. He looks like a shell of what he used to be. He’s unrecognizable. I don’t give a fuck though. I plan to finish him off and the time has now come. I unstrap his arms and step back.

DIEGO “You know I do,” Diego replied, his voice dropping into that familiar, quiet intensity. He locked eyes with Ethan, stripping away the defensive layers so his friend could witness the unvarnished truth. “Isn’t it glaringly obvious? My soul hasn't been on the ice since Kol and I became an item—not in any way that counts.” He shook his head, a look of genuine disbelief crossing his face. “There was a time when the Austin Ice Arena was the boundary of my entire universe. But he pulled back the curtain; he proved to me that the world is infinitely larger than a rink.”

“Ahhh…at least ONE of you has some manners.” His eyes crinkle with delight and he puffs out his chest. Then, with fisted fingers, he smacks at his chest a few times. “Ahhh….my name. Listen well you two and remember my name. I am Diego. You may pronounce it as dee-yay-go. It means ‘he who supplants.’” Diego is clearly enjoying being in the limelight but Helios grows impatient. He is not used to having to wait for an answer.

My heart felt heavy with bitterness as my emotions churned like a stormy sea. My eyes narrowed into slits as she saw Josephine's smirk of satisfaction, gloating in her apparent victory. I ignored her provoking smile and looked at the dead headless corpse. "What is this?" I asked Diego. Diego looked chilled and said in a nonchalant voice, "This is a dead corpse." "It was running without a head," I said. "That's what happens when science goes wrong," Diego said. "They are the enforced ones, Miss Lewyn. They're trained to be great warriors. They are very powerful and determined."

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.