Devon From Turning Red 소설 & 이야기

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Then Lilian came to take him and Evangeline doon fell asleep too. I walked over to the porch where Devon was staring into nothing with a beer in hand. He looked over at me. “Hey, man. Want one?" He asked and gestured to the small cooler on a small table. I reached for the only other beer inside. “You've got little something on your shirt.” I looked at the stain and shook my head. “Probably because your daughter tried to wipe rice on my sleeve.” He laughed. “She missed you.” “I missed her too.”

Instead of taking it off, she began to sniff it. She closed her eyes, his scent intoxicating her senses as she sniffed. A knock on the door startled her, and she jumped away from her dressing table. “Come– come in,” she called out, all flustered. The door opened, and the devil walked in. He stopped by the door when his eyes caught what she was wearing. The shirt he didn't want. But it was her face that had his full attention. She was red in the face. It made him desire her with a rush that was almost overpowering.

Vaelor pulled up a political alignment map. Colored indicators appeared beside the names of Dominion council members. Blue. Gray. Red. I stepped closer to the screen. “What do the colors mean?” “Blue supports expanding the corruption investigation.” “And red?” “Opposes it.” “And gray?” “Waiting to see who wins.” I sighed softly. “Political survival.” “Exactly.” Dominic studied the map carefully. “How many red?” Vaelor zoomed in. “Eight.” Dominic nodded slowly. “And blue?” “Ten.”

I munched the food again while humming in satisfaction. "Could you please tell me more about you, D-Devon?" He asked. I looked at him, and his eyes flashed with tears. Wait? I think I've seen this before. Is he pulling some of his filthy games again? I wiped my mouth. "Are you sure?" Dang! I sound bitter there. "I mean, yeah sure," phew! "Where should I start. Uhm...," I looked heavenward and thinking about what I should say to him.

His massive paw missed Devon’s shoulder, striking the granite pillar instead and sending a shower of stone splinters through the air. Elena tried to step forward, her hand still clutched over her stomach, her internal silver-gold light flaring as she prepared to unleash her Luna voice to paralyze Devon. "Marcus, let me help you!" she cried out. Before she could finish the spell, Devon wrenched his broadsword free from Marcus’s flank. The motion caused a violent spray of dark crimson blood across the grey sand of the floorboards. Devon did not pause to admire his strike. Seizing the moment where his father was leaning heavily on his injured left leg, Devon reversed his grip on the hilt, his f

As I reach the foyer, I see them through the security monitor – Devon bursting through the door with Lexi in tow. His face is alight with excitement. Molly has declared that Devon’s the spitting image of me if I had a golden tan year round. Devon catches sight of me and launches into an animated retelling of his day before his coat's even off. "Dad! You should've seen it! The robotics exhibit had this arm that could solve a Rubik’s cube in like five seconds!"

Without giving a thought to the consequences of my actions, I slip from Mason's protective shadow and stand on my own, leaning against the table. My gaze meets the newcomer's, and the cheery introduction on my lips die a quick death. And Vanessa said Damon is "absurdly handsome." Devon is good-looking in an…uncanny way. His moss green eyes and honey blonde hair, coupled with his perfectly symmetrical face, gives him the appearance of a beautiful devil. He isn't as muscled as Mason and Damon, but his lean frame looks sexy as hell in leather boots, a stylish trench coat, pristine white shirt and dark slacks.

How did he— “What are you doing here?!” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. Devon smiled slightly. “I came to pick you up.” He lifted the bouquet toward me. The deep red petals were fresh, carefully arranged. “For you.” I stared at it. Then swatted it away. The flowers shifted in his grip. Devon’s expression fell. A flicker of something—hurt—crossed his face before it disappeared. “I don’t want that,” I said coldly. “Leave.”

Dev glanced up to met the twins’ gazes as they suddenly pointed their fingers in the sky. The purplish red patch disappeared as a crimson tint in the sky started to spread enveloping the whole surrounding with the bloody color. Dev widened her eyes in shock as the crimson tinge slowly disappear and the sky turned purple again. A bad omen! The demon realm is in danger! Dev hurriedly swept the things on the table as she spread a layer of empty paper in front of her. She then chanted a spell as the images started to appear. She darted her eyes on the image and watched the whole scene with unblinking eyes.