Daki Human Disguise Novels & Stories

I'm getting ready to disguise myself as some kind of messenger to tell him that Kira is waiting in the distance so that I can walk him away from the car, but it doesn't seem necessary as he looks at me in question, as if expecting me to be Kira myself. I nearly burst out laughing. She must have used photo-realistic masks on him a couple of times to disguise herself, and those times, I'm pretty sure she'd also disguise her attitude to fit with the role she's playing—walking like a man if she's dressing as a man and has the face of a man. He did that exactly, which is why he thinks I'm her now. What surprise—I'm not, and now he's going to be sorry.

“I also stopped by the two closest of my safe rooms and retrieved the cash and supplies I’d stored there.” “Well aren’t you Mister-Fucking-Efficient,” I say, in between bites of my breakfast sandwich. He ignores the jibe and proceeds to empty another one of the bags onto the bed—disguise items, including wigs, boxes of various-colored contact lenses, and facial prosthetics. This leaves one remaining bag, which I assume is filled with cash and fake I.D.s. Indicating the disguise items, he says, “This will hardly do the job of T.H.E.M.’s Appearance Artificers—what was your nickname for them again?”

I slowly nodded. "Well, you have only one option. Pretend to be a woman and there is a 80% chance that he will accept you." my eyes widened at what she said. "W-What??" "You're gonna pretend as a woman."

Disgusting perv. I grabbed him by the shoulders and whipped him around. He gasped in surprise and then smiled. It was Drake. He'd come back. Even in the low light I could see his eyes had changed. They were dark like the elf woman's had been. And he didn't smell human any longer. Instead the scent of vanilla potpourri surrounded him. He was an Akuma. Crap! "Drake," I said, shocked. "Yep. I came back for you, Jack."

We got to the cell, and a beat-up guy was tied to a chair, his face covered with a mask. “He is a stubborn one,” Duncan said. I took a deep breath and I smiled. A werewolf. That means I can manipulate him. Well, if he were another supernatural, Ario could manipulate him; all he has to do is morph himself into looking like the person he loves the most, which works like a charm. Ario removed his black mask, and the man looked at us, just shivering in fear. “What is your name?” he asked calmly. “D.dan.te,” he stuttered, sweat falling down his face.

Diana exclaimed. "Wow, Madam, you actually recognized me under all this disguise?!" Mitbahl said, his face a picture of astonishment as he touched the mask covering his face. Diana looked him up and down. "Why have you transformed yourself like this?" Mitbahl was wearing a cap and had his entire face concealed behind a mask, making him look like a celebrity in disguise. "Oh, Madam, you know, it's better for the secret guard not to be too conspicuous. Low profile, you know."

"I might be old, but my eyes still work great. How can I not recognize a young man like you?" "Oh? Is that the case?" Caspian nodded and slowly removed his conical hat, "I thought you knew I’d be here long ago, so you've been waiting…" Looking at the sallow middle-aged man's face under the hat, the old woman who cooked suddenly stopped, and the expression on her face instantly froze. "Look, I'm a young man! Are you surprised?" Caspian grinned. Daisy taught Caspian the disguise technique. Although he could not deceive high-level cultivators, there was no problem tricking ordinary ones.

“He suddenly went missing. When we informed him that you have a declaration to make, he suddenly told us that he smelled your Yiki among the humans, and that he would look for your progeny among them.” “My Yiki? There’s no way it exists.” Dicken snorted with contempt. “That’s an excuse he came up with to run away, because he knows that he must hide among the humans if he wants to stay alive—relay my orders to capture him. Do not allow him to consort with the humans.” Asura reared his head and growled in response before leaping into the water, and soon disappeared from my sight. “Who were you talking about, Dicken?” I had a foreboding feeling as I circumvented his neck and asked, looking into

The Academy lay beyond, nestled deep in a guarded province only those with clearance or coin could enter. And she had neither. She traced the edge of the parchment with a dirty fingertip. I’ll need to fake my way through. Stay quiet. Speak with confidence. Look like I belong. But how did one look like a future Alpha when her face was too soft, her posture too poised, and her every instinct screamed of being prey, not predator? She needed a disguise. A name. A story. Something that would let her slip past the gates without question. But first—she had to survive the forest.

Tonight was the kind of night that left people grieving by morning. A few hours before the signal… Danika arrived with a small group at her side. Genaro was with them. Hidden beneath heavy coverings. His scent masked carefully. His face partially concealed beneath a dark hood. He agreed to return in disguise. Partly so Danika would trust him. Partly because his body still had not fully recovered. This way, he could return to his pack quietly. Inside a carriage. Without shifting. Without exhausting what little strength the poison had left him.