Diego X Ted Nocturnals Novels & Stories

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

On the way there, Lester had briefly mentioned the Northmob Council’s current situation to him and hinted that it was not going to be easy being their vice president because they were up against Zayn. When Diego heard Zayn’s name being mentioned, he was slightly startled and felt that it sounded rather familiar, but he could not remember why at the time. Diego soon understood that Zayn was also a master fighter and had even killed Xander and Mia. Diego found this intriguing but did not think anything more. As he saw it, all people outside of Sicut In Caelo were of no consequence. Moreover, the real reason he was visiting Guineve was because he wanted to deal with Lysithea. Hence, whether the

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

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.

He could only pray he hadn't just placed himself back on her radar. DIEGO Diego Alvarez surfaced from sleep just after eleven. He stretched, claimed the entire expanse of the mattress, and let out a satisfied grunt. He was relieved the man from last night had vanished before the sun stayed up too long; he wasn't in the mood for the "morning after" interrogation or the awkwardness of a shared breakfast. Last night had been the ultimate win: high-octane chemistry with zero complications. No deep talks, no expectations, just two bodies and a hell of a lot of heat.

Diego chuckled as he watched him act like it's a cool thing to do and shook his head in disbelief by his shallow decision. "I won't bury his body... I swear," Diego mumbled and carried the bowl to the living space. He settled himself into one of Raverine's comfy sofa and placed the bowl of nacho chips on his lap. He watched the movie and let Raverine do what he wants to do to accomplish his suicidal plan.

ANASTASIA "Is that so?" Diego hummed over the phone, standing in front of the mirror with his hand running across his chin. He was on call with Beta Arnold, talking about the Mafias and their secret plot to search every pack for this mysterious wolf with the cure. A clear sign that they were losing their senses and didn't care how they carried out their operations.

Diego is below us, trying to plead his case to Sienna. "He's such a weak man. While you get Sienna, I'll take care of my mate. We don't need anyone like him getting any bright ideas." Calla says. We say a spell together to cause the temperature to drop. Everyone freezes in place and falls asleep. Calla flies to Diego and kisses his cheek before sticking a silver blade into his chest. He dies within seconds. I fly to Sienna and lift her off the ground. By the time everyone wakes up, we'll be long gone with their Alpha, and they'll have no idea what happened. _______________

"Next time, the best thing to say in a situation like this is to pretend that it tastes sweet." "Huh, sweet, my fucking ass." I cursed. He just laughed. Diego seems rather unusual. I sense some distrust, but his rescue of Kyla merits trust. "What do you do for a living, Diego? And what are your plans after today?" "I'll be leaving tomorrow night to go back to Italy." "I see…" I gritted my teeth, my eyes tracing the tattoos on his arms and his hands. This morning, when I checked on him secretly, I noticed that two men were inside his room. They were talking to him, and I couldn't hear their conversation. They seemed suspicious, and it looked like they had made a secret transaction.

“Do you… Do you believe him?” “I’ll know better what to think in a few days when we’ve talked some more,” the doctor confessed wryly. ‘Well... Now I’m here to ask you how to get in touch with this fellow… He’s French or something… Maurice… No, Moreau I think is his name…” “Christophe?” Lara gasped. “Do you think he’d see me? I want to tell him that Kenneth needs criminal charges right now like he needs a hole in the head!” Sam Elliott delivered grimly.