Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

“You’re joking.” “Nope.” “Gentle? With her?” “Yes, gentle,” Devon says, leaning back in his chair as if enjoying the topic. “Stop towering over her like a storm cloud. Stop snapping every time you feel something you don’t understand. You want her to like you? Stop acting like she’s one step away from being dragged out of the pack in chains.” I scowl in my chair with my hands slowly rolling into a fist. “I don’t act like that.” “You kind of do,” he says casually. “It’s giving ‘feral dog guarding its favorite shoe.’”

Standing, I hastily turn only to bump into something, or rather someone. The person’s chest is rock hard, I can literally feel the hard toned muscles underneath. Oh just fucking great, how bad can my day go? “Can you please watch where you are goin-” My words die quickly as I look up to meet a piercing set of emerald green eyes, the stupid pang occurs in my heart. Devon’s wearing a crisp white shirt, he seems to have tucked away his suit jacket, right now, there’s nothing friendly about his cold stare not to mention how deep his frown is.

Devon growled, his tone dark and menacing. ***TBC***

powers. His elite guard, alerted by his shift in demeanor, gathered around, their expressions grim. “Alpha,” one of them stated, his voice taut. “We need to return. Now.” Devon nodded, his elemental powers swirling around him, the very ground seeming to vibrate with his contained rage. He had been played. His pursuit of a diversion had left his pack vulnerable, and his family exposed. He had underestimated the cunning of his brother and the depths of his father’s fear.

“I’m entertained.” Devon’s jaw tightened, panic simmering beneath the surface. He needed control—fast. Turning abruptly, he strode back to the desk and grabbed fresh parchment. “If Draven is angry,” he muttered, dipping his quill, “then I will remove the problem before he returns.” Phil watched, arms crossed, eyes gleaming. Devon wrote swiftly, his strokes sharp and forceful. When he finished, he sealed the letter with BloodFall’s crest and rang for a guard.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

Liam called after his brother to stop whatever was about to happen, but Devon ignored him. "Are you going to disappear again?" He said as he walked after her, causing Diana to stop in her tracks and turn to look at him... "What?" She said in a low voice, and Devon shook his head... "You always run away from your problems... you did the same back then and left him behind... what is wrong with you? why do you act this way!" Devon spat out in anger, and Diana felt blood rush to her face as her hair started to change from its brown colour to a fiery red colour... she looked beyond mad, and Liam, who didn't want things to escalate, could only let out a deep sigh...

“For crossing a line.” It was so unexpected, so unlike him, that I almost laughed. Devon never apologized, not to anyone. What's going on with him? “That’s new,” I said flatly. “Don’t make it harder than it is,” he muttered, taking a step closer. His voice softened. “ You should go home, you look pale.” I wanted to believe him, but then his eyes shifted down, to the redness peeking through my blouse. His expression changed instantly. “What happened to you?” His tone was sharper now.

He tried to open his mouth and talk When his head began to spin around and then he was beside his bar; the place he stood before he teleported. He walked backwards to his bed so he can lay down and have some rest as his head was really spinning beyond reasonable doubt. Devonon was confused, how can he not see the red star when it came out today. When did it come out? Why didn't he see it? What was he doing at that time? All these questions kept raining in Devonon's head. He was never someone to miss any of this or the kind of person to neglect it. He always kept records of the dates. But what happened?

But it seemed my guess was wrong. Devon took the wolftail grass from behind his shirt. We got it as a gift for Mom on the way to the place. “Here! You give this to Mom and don’t ever make her cry again!” Devon said to Dad with a serious look on his face. His face turned red as he blushed, and then he sprinted away to pretend he wanted to discuss something with Beta Liam. Dad looked at me, puzzled at what happened, but I just smiled at him and then shrugged.