Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

As I rounded a corner near the courtyard, the sound of loud, frustrated voices made me pause. Devon was standing there, surrounded by his usual group of sycophants and friends. He was nursing his bruised arm, his face twisted in a dark, embarrassed scowl. “I’m telling you, it was a total fluke.” Devon barked, slamming his good fist against the stone wall. “The bitch got lucky. That's all it was.” “I don't know, man,” one of his friends muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “She had you pinned pretty good. And that weird light from her hands...”

A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short. A wheezing sound rains down inside her head as everything begins to replay in front of her. “We have to move. Laurel, we have to move now." Jeremy screams. Laurel remains transfixed on the now white counter designed with red droplets of blood. The sound of sirens feels distant and the only words Laurel can mutter is, “Fuck!” Laurel curses. Jeremy pulls her away but her eyes remain fixed on the blood. They hurriedly through the store till the front door.

He laid on her top, still inside her, he looked out the window and again turned to look at her, she saw the smirk and knew something was running inside his Devil brain He dug his head on the crook of her neck and whispered "Didn't I had promised you, Angel, I would make our first time memorable for you making you scream all night, even to heaven hear your scream, make you beg and cum till sun decides to show mercy on you, I kept my Promise, Angel" As his words registered her mind she turned towards the window and saw the sun was ready to rise, he had spread his colour disappearing the dark, and then she looked at him her husband who was admiring her she knew she looked a mess and he would ne

She’ll be okay. Devin, though, is a mess. Blood covers every inch of him, his skin is torn to shreds, and he’s starting to sway from blood loss. “Arya!” I call. “Can you heal him? He’s going to pass out.” She grimaces as she pushes herself up. “Not yet. My energy’s still tied up healing me.” “I can help.” I look up—and Hermes is there, whole again and glowing with renewed power. He walks to Devin, kneels beside him, and lays a glowing hand on his chest. The light is so bright it hurts to look at.

Emma Mate pull…. “There are a few things I should explain,” Devon says. His voice is different, softer, and I look at him for a moment, admiring the way the delicate flakes of silver glisten in his bright green eyes. I’d never noticed the silver before I’d seen him in his wolf form. He smiles, and I realized my gaze has lingered a bit too long. A flush of heat creeps up my cheeks. “Mate pull,” I say out loud, repeating the phrase he’d said before.

Crimson on marble. She glanced around again. Still no one came. No footfall. No whispered murmur. Just the quiet hum of surveillance. Ayra stared at the blood. Her hand trembled—not from the pain, but from something deeper. Something cold threading up her spine. This wasn’t indifference. This was an observation. She wiped her hand on her sleeve, clutching the porcelain remains close, and stood slowly. Her eyes shifted upward to the corner of the hallway, to the black dome of a mounted security camera. The red recording light blinked steadily. Harmless, unless you knew where to look.