How Old Is Dio Novels & Stories

Hanna asked, confused. “Well, would you like to become a vampire?” Dario asked carefully. “No, why would I? I will stay young as long as I drink your blood?” Hanna asked uncertainly. “Yes, but you are not immortal. You can still die in an accident,” Dario replied, swinging his legs off the bed with his back turned to her. Hanna snuggled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his muscled torso. “I know, but I have been fine for almost 500 years.”

Aria went on, “He’s bulked up since then and doesn’t seem so uptight.” “Dealing with Dario makes everyone uptight.” I was thinking about what Marisa said. “I forgot that he’s older than Catalina. How old do you think he is?” “He’s older,” Aria said. “Maybe thirty.” Noemi responded, “That sounds old, but it really isn’t. Dante’s in his thirties and Camila is like twenty.” Her cheeks pinkened. “I think I’d rather be with an older man who knows what he’s doing. Some of the girls at school talk.” She swallowed. “I think it sounds awkward to fumble around with a guy who knows as much about sex as I do. Which is only what I can read in a book or see in a movie. And that’s not real.”

"You've caused me a lot of pain, Dior, and I don't think I will ever get over it, but today we have called a truce. Therefore, I will refrain from calling you an asshole." His lips quirk up into a smile. "Alright, I have to give you points for that one—you're very clever." Regardless of not wanting to, I laugh. "For calling you the a-word without directly saying it?" Dior nods. "Very clever," his eyes then gaze deeply into mine, and his confident smile returns. "I turn eighteen on Saturday, and while I doubt you're my mate, it certainly would be interesting if you were." "You're right—I'm not your mate." I laugh. "Knowing the moon goddess, she will probably pair you up with someone like Rile

he calmly explained. Diana stared up at him. At his youthful and handsome face. "And how old are you?" He smirked, "In god years or human years?" She shrugged, not really knowing how to respond to that. She didn't even know what difference there was between the two. So he proceeded to explain, "Well, in god years I've barely gotten to exist, I'm actually one of the youngest gods that there are. But in human years, you could say that I've been living for quite a while. Three thousand and twenty-seven years, to be more specific,"

"You're also too young for me. Did I ever complain?" Zoey looked so baffled. "What? I'm already twenty seven, Dio. That's not 'too young'." Zoey emphasized the last two words firmly. Then, she creased her forehead when something crossed her mind. "Wait a second. Does this mean you don't want someone who's younger than you? Who do you want, then? Women within your age range?" "No. When did I ever say that?" "You didn't say it but you kind of hinted at it."

Oh, well, this is a revelation then; we would share a home with his brothers. He turns to Dante. “Did you see DiMarco’s daughter? She’s a fine piece of work and I have my sights set on her with regards to you know what.” Domenico says and Dante shakes his head. “Let’s talk about that later,” Domenico says his goodbyes, and we continue to greet the rest of our family members. I met Dante’s youngest brother, Dario, as well - he was only 18. By the time we concluded with our welcoming, it was already 12pm, and I was starving.

“You never mentioned him.” “There are reasons,” Dante said. “Not all of them mine to explain.” Her gaze flicked back to the painting. “But—this can’t be recent. This is…” “One hundred and fifty-eight years old,” he replied. “Give or take.” She turned to him slowly. “How old are you?” “178,” he said, his expression unreadable. “I stopped aging physically around thirty.” Her mind reeled. She turned back to the painting, then to the other art pieces, her eyes tracing the symbolism in each one. The fangs. The moons. The blood.

’ Dio chuckled, “You need to mate and mark her the next time you see her so these things don’t keep…happening.” "I'm not forcing my mark on her, Dio. She's my mate and your QUEEN. Not a slave or hostage!" I growled loudly at his suggestion. Renlee didn't like him one bit, but never gave a reason. I kept a close eye on Dio, but I've never so much as heard or seen Dio even fart wrong. He was "by the book" for EVERYTHING. That's what made him such a good advisor, but I couldn't help shake the eerie feeling that Renlee felt whenever we were around him.

“Are you catching feelings for him?” “No,” I say quickly. “How could I? I don’t even know him. I met him yesterday, but …” “But what?” she presses when I trail off. I go to the couch, sit down, and rest my head in my hands. “He’s not like how I imagined him at all. When Allessio came to me and made the offer, I assumed Dario would be some gross old guy.” “He’s our age?” “No, he’s thirty-seven, but he’s not gross. Thirty-seven isn’t old. I don’t know. It’s weird. He doesn’t seem as big and bad and mean as I expected.”