Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

As they ran, she looked back only once—just once—and saw him diving into the fray, fangs bared, eyes glowing red. Dante was ready for war.

Lennon walks out and becomes a different person. I've seen this transformation three times now. It still catches me off guard. The cold, difficult person from earlier is gone. This version is alive. Electric. He performs for ninety minutes straight. Barely stops between songs. The crowd is insane. Singing every word. Crying during the slow songs. Losing their minds during the fast ones. I shoot everything. My arms ache. I don't stop. Near the end of the set something happens. A girl in the front row throws something on stage. A bra.

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

They did stupid, reckless shit when they thought no one was watching. Finally, Vito stood up. “We’re done here,” he said. “Remember what I told you.” He turned and started walking toward the exit. Matteo’s voice rang out behind him, dripping with venom. “That blue-eyed boy you got now… he won’t last. You know that, right? Pretty things like him break easy in our world.” Vito paused at the door but didn’t turn around. He simply pushed it open and stepped back into the sunlight. Bernard was waiting by the SUV.

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.

It took me few seconds to fully awake from it. “Y-yeah… I mean… no! Take your time, I’ll watch… no! Wait! I’ll wait.” “What the hell am I saying?!” I thought. That was so embarrassing that I hurriedly turn my head hoping he wouldn’t see me blushing like a teenager. Of course, all of my silly hopes shattered when I glimpsed at his devilish smirk, which made me feel even more embarrassed.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

I felt like it was consuming us. “What did you just say?” Devon asked. Each word came out as if it was painful to talk. His eyes were no longer blue but red. “You forget your place, she-wolf. I’m the Alpha here.” And that’s when all hell broke loose. I was pissed, Nina was more pissed, and all I saw was red. “You are no Alpha of mine!”

I let out a chuckle. "That's not the word I'll use but, yes," I mutter and he grins at me, doing a little shimmy. We continue washing but water keeps getting into his sleeves so he rolls it up, adjusting his glasses. I glance at him, during that and my eyes catch something unexpected. They are cut marks lining up his entire arms, each a different color tone than his actual skin. I recognize them for what they are and my heart drops, my eyes widening. Devon notices and stops, glancing at me. Noticing what I'm staring at, he tries to hide it away but gives up eventually, his gaze darkening.

“Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.” There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never seen eyes like his before. All I could focus on were his eyes. I couldn't remember what I had come here for or what I had been thinking. The intense red glow had me paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak, all I could do was stare into the red light right in front of me. I felt a haze begin to form in my mind everything around me seemed to fade as if there were nothing in the world but me and those eyes. I wondered what made them so red, maybe that