Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

Or a long-lost love. "Why the shock look?" Devon teased Urie. He liked to see his small face blushing like a bride on her wedding night. "Aren't you even worried that they might misinterpret what you are saying?" He moved closer to Urie's already warm ears. "If I'm that worried, I won't be walking right up to you. And holding the way I am holding you right now." Again, he was amused by how cute Urie looked with that jaw-dropping. expression of his.

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

“Good luck fighting your war, brother. I’m out of here.” He turns to leave but stops when I start speaking. “Maybe you do not have anything to lose, but I have a lot to lose. Too much. I will not let Escobar Scuderi destroy the lives of anyone I love, and you are going to fight with me whether you like it or not.” Devon turns to me. “The ones you love. Does that in anyway include the little redhead who’s currently lying in your bed?” I hold his stare. “What do you think?”

My face was black since that was how I felt within me. Devon laughed at me and left the table. I felt even worse. How could he allow me to do this to myself and now he just left me alone like that? While I was sulking, he returned with a cup of something else which I didn't know what it was. He handed it to me and I noticed it was red. Blood? No, it didn't look at thick as blood. I wanted to sniff it but then, that would be a total display of distrust.

“No, I'll have lunch with Mommy. So you can go out first.” “Alright, Bye, Dad.” Devon pulled the metal handle on the glass door, but as he was about to step over the threshold, the pocket of Devon's jacket got caught on the metal handle, and something from the pocket fell out. Meazus' gaze immediately shifted to something that had fallen out of Devon's coat pocket because the sound echoed loudly in the quiet room. “What's that?” asked Meazus, pointing to the red box that Devon had just picked up from the floor and put back in his coat pocket. "Isn't that red box a ring box? Do you want to give it to mommy?"

Devon looked pissed as he stood in front of me. “What is going on?” I asked. “I do not know, but I need you and the girls to go inside. We are going to head out there and see what the issue is.” Devon replied. Fear rose within me I looked into his eyes. They were a very deep dark blue. Domnik was present, which explained the change in his voice. I was not scared of him, but I did take a step back which caused him to let out a whine. I flinched slightly when his large hand touched my cheek.

He turned to me, dazed, hand reaching out like I’d ever want to touch him again. I stepped back. He dropped to the floor, coughing blood, gasping like a man drowning. "I’ve been waiting a long time to do this," Devon said. For a moment, everything stopped. The soldiers. The shouting. The cries. It was dead silent. Then came the chaos again. And this time, it wasn’t war—it was revolution. Devon stepped forward without hesitation, his eyes locked on the man writhing in blood at his feet. Bang.

"Show me all the cameras. Every single one. If we're going to burn this house down, I want to know exactly where to strike the match." Devon Vance looked at me for a long, suspended moment. And then, for the first time since we'd met, he smiled—a real smile, sharp and wolfish and devastatingly unexpected. "I knew you were the right variable," he murmured. "Let's begin."