Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

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.

They saw him as nothing more than a poor boy who had lost his mother. And just like that, the sponsorship slot naturally fell into Timothy's hands. I skimmed through everything at a glance, my hands trembling uncontrollably. All along, I believed that Timothy only changed in his senior year of high school. I never imagined that this was who he truly was all along. He was a devil by nature. I submitted the materials to the police. I later heard that Timothy was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment. Hearing that, I finally let out a breath I'd been holding.

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

“It also turns white when I'm happy. It all depends on the type of happiness.” “What's the neutral colour? Like the one you have when you are not feeling anything?” “I will say it's red. That one stays longer than the others, so it's definitely my neutral colour.” “Oh, I get it.” Nodding, I closed the book I was reading and placed it beside me. “So, what are you up to today? Going somewhere?” I inquired as I gave him an appraisal, noting how he dressed up. Devon would always look hot despite what he wore, but at the moment, he seemed like he was particularly dressed up.

Something didn’t feel right, as if he missed something. “Devon…” Lucas called out his name. Besides being his Beta, Lucas was also Devon’s close friend, or rather only friend. He had been friends with Devon before he became the Alpha supreme. “Devon, are you alright?” Lucas nudged his shoulder, trying to get to him. Devon opened his eyes. However, his deep blue colored eyes changed into a deep red color staring into the distance. “Devon..” Lucas tried to point out the change but was interrupted by Devon.

And so, she had to find him before anyone else. Devon is currently at the depth of the forest. Earlier, he sat quietly in the chair, his eyes scanning the area around him as he waited for Elena to return from the bathroom. The chatter and laughter of the party faded into the background as his gaze drifted toward the dark expanse of the forest behind the village chief’s house. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught his attention, and Devon’s eyes narrowed as he saw a shadow disappear into the depths of the forest. The figure had eyes that glowed a bright red, similar to his own.

Softer than usual. Domenico turned his face toward me—his eyes softened by a kind of understanding you rarely saw in him. He wasn't the type of man who showed emotion easily. But right then, there was unexpected tenderness in his voice. "When he gets here—he's gonna turn your whole world upside down." A slight smile. There was something almost reassuring in his words. Like he wanted to assure me that despite everything—I wouldn't be alone.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

Once she ran out of bullets, he got to let go of Bagwis who was almost dead from the strangling. A huge roar from Benitez was heard from the place again. And as he screamed, his body doubled in size, his skin stretched and bled of black blood especially his face. His eyes turned hell red and it burned. He was grotesque and all of them, Bodie, Manila, Van, and Luna, standing from the entrance door, felt their feet struck frozen to the ground. They witnessed a demon right before their eyes. "And who in hell are you?!" He said, his almost skin-less eyes bulging out of his skull from fury.