What Is Diego In Ice Age Novels & Stories

When I returned to the house, I discovered that there were more people there than I had expected. Mateo’s son stopped by and was accompanied by a female. “Uncle Ezra, so nice to see you. I brought my mate by to introduce her to my dad,” Diego greeted me. It was nice to see him. Diego doesn’t often visit. However, I was confused by his statement. Had he met a werewolf, too? “Mate? We don’t have mates, that’s a werewolf thing. We choose sexual partners,” I disagreed.

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."

The Russo family was responsible for the death Diego’s dad. This was just a tidbit of necessary info, that will affect the story going forward 😊

Soon, Denver entered and I went to hug him. I was just so happy lately, and I'm certain he does know why I was this happy. “How is Diego?” He asked which used to be something he does every night. I pointed at sleeping Diego. He went to him, leaning to kiss his forehead. “He's growing so fast lately.” That was true. Diego was only two months old and he was looking more like he was right months. I've asked doctor James if it was a bad thing but he said his gene was active since Denver's gene and mine are entwined.

The walls were black with age, the ceiling open to gray skies. Footsteps echoed. Diego emerged from the shadows, immaculate in a dark suit, his hair streaked with silver now. He smiled the same way he did when we were children — like he already knew the ending. “Cousin,” he said, spreading his arms. “To what do I owe the resurrection?” “You tell me,” I said. “You’ve been busy playing ghost.” He laughed, soft and cruel. “So you found the ledger. I was wondering how long it would take the Queen to catch up.”

“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.

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.”

Diego growl over the phone. “D-Diego…I’m sorry. Please is mother okay? I didn’t mean to…” Tiana pleaded over the phone but she came to an halt and ended it with a laugh. Diego hatched his eyebrows, “What the fuck is funny?!” “Because you must have think that’s what I’d be saying? Hell no! Mother is gone and you should move on! Whatever I did, I did for love!” Tiana yelped from the other line. “My mother was such a fool to have believed your lies! I, Diego Rodrigo will find you and make sure you pay dearly for your sins!” Diego rasped, Tiana chuckles.

Abree questioned. Diego lifted his gaze up to me. I smiled softly and he turned to face his mother before he mumbled. "Okay." Abree roughened his hair and stated. "That's my big boy after the ceremony I promise to get you triple scoops of ice cream okay." Diego's features brighten as she wraps his small arms around his mother and runs back to his grandmother that was sitting on the couch. Rising to her feet Abree turned to face me, letting out an exhausted sigh. "Don't have kids." she warned and I flushed deeply.

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?