Disguise Novels & Stories

House Silverclaw was not far from here. I was wearing a disguise of an old man. I was pretty certain that my disguise was doing a good job. I was good at wearing disguises. When Sully and I lost contact for a while after graduating, I had to sell potions alone. For that, I always used different disguises so no one would know who I was. Well, even so, I was a little doubtful as to if my disguise was working properly. So far, I found no one looking at me with extra interest than normal.

“And what? You think hiding away in your mansion is going to fix this? I don’t want to be seen with you, Alex. That will only give them more ammunition.” “That’s why I came prepared,” he said, unzipping the duffel bag. Out came an assortment of items: male pants, a wig, sunglasses, a button-down shirt, a hoodie, a hat, and a pair of men’s shoes. He held them up. “You’ll leave here in disguise. No one will recognize you. My home is private property, surrounded by security. No press, no cameras, no one will be able to get to you there. Please, Flora. Let me help you.”

I said and brought out a sack. I pulled off different clothes and items that would be useful to us. "What's this?" She asked. "What does it look like? We're disguising to get into my pack so no one will notice," I said, bringing out a lookalike maid uniform from my pack, and throwing it at her. "That's what you'll wear once we get there," I said and she nodded her face. I brought out a face mask with another person's identity, threw the female one at her then used the male one for myself. I used a mustache to make it look more realistic. She used slight makeup to make her look more young.

he said with a stern voice, finally releasing my hand. He’d held it so tight, I felt a sting of pain. I instinctively rubbed my wrist and shifted a little away. I glanced behind me to check if the door was properly locked—my disguise couldn’t afford discovery now. Then I turned back to him and said, “I found you wounded and brought you to this village… but this village only allows couples to enter. So I had no choice but to pretend that we were one and my name is Pearl.” Even as I said those words, my cheeks flushed. Why was it suddenly hard to breathe?

Dexter’s smile returned, he had the perfect idea. The human world. He had avoided it for years too many cameras, too many rules but the disguise was simple. A charming college professor. Mid-thirties appearance thanks to the glamour runes tattooed along his ribs. Wire-rimmed glasses, tweed jacket, and a slight British accent he could mimic perfectly. Universities were crawling with wide-eyed freshmen pure, hopeful, untouched by pack politics, who could easily use them. He could lure them with “special field study programs” in remote wilderness research. A few would never return. Those would become his new stock.

They knew a man who looked as though he had nothing to hide because there was supposedly nothing worth hiding. That was Nobody. That was the image he had spent three years building, brick by careful brick, until the persona had become nearly indistinguishable from armor. But Adrian had learned something at seventeen that Nobody had never forgotten, something that had outlived the friendship that taught it to him and the man who had said it. A disguise did not begin when you changed your clothes. It began when you changed what people believed they were looking at. The trimmer touched the side of his beard, and for a moment he felt something close to grief, thou

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.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, though I couldn’t quite place where I might have seen it before. Nikolai sighed, the sound carrying a note of resignation. “It’s a disguise. I use it when I want to go places without being recognized.” “What kind of places?” “Clubs, mostly.” He’d finished removing his shirt and was moving toward the bathroom, clearly hoping to end this conversation before it went somewhere he didn’t want it to go. “Places where the head of the Mancini family might not be entirely welcome.”

We meticulously worked through a passage from The Odyssey about Odysseus hiding his identity when he returned home. “He had to disguise himself because revealing the truth would put him and his family in immediate danger,” I explained, my voice tight. I was talking about the book, but I was talking about us. “So, the disguise is a weapon,” Evans murmured, his pen tracing the letters on the page. “It’s how he keeps his real power hidden until the time is right.”

The idea of slipping back into that identity made bile rise in my throat. “I can’t hide forever,” I muttered. “You can hide long enough to get inside,” Harley shot back. Her eyes gleamed with unshed tears, her jaw set with steel. “Don’t be stubborn now. Let the disguise protect you. If you walk up to those gates as you are, they’ll smell the truth on you before you take a single step.” I didn’t argue. My shaking hands clutched the fabric, and I changed behind a jagged boulder while the others turned their backs. The coarse dress itched against my skin, swallowing me whole.