Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

Luna responded with a bitter smile before finally taking the suitcase containing her clothes, which had been brought by one of the servants. "I'm leaving. Please take care of Father." Luna said goodbye, not suspecting Emily in the slightest. Emily laughed heartily to herself, her plan going smoothly without anyone suspecting a thing. Emily's scheme was so well-executed that she had a servant deliver a drink she had laced with a high dose of sleeping pills to Luna. And once Luna was asleep, Emily and Greta, the maid who had helped her with the dirty work, carried Luna's body without anyone's knowledge to the servants' quarters, where the incident had taken place, and removed Luna's engagement

******** She hissed again as she saw herself in the mirror, she bent to place her makeup disguise kits in front of the mirror when she saw herself more clearly. She chuckled at the sight of head, so bald. She picked up one of her kits also, this wasn’t meant for her alone but for the guys to also change their looks most times. There was another small bag with her, not for make up kits tho but for other disguise materials like their artificial beards, masks and the tinted face tan.

“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?”

[Trash like that should have logged out ages ago.] I knew Victor was a light sleeper, but I still didn't expect him to wake up before the sleeping mist had even worn off. Thankfully, I had prepared a backup plan. I had already used a disguise item to change my appearance and hide my gray monster eyes. Right now, I looked exactly like a player. Even my face was different. There was no way Victor could recognize me. I looked at him with forced fear. "I'm not a monster. I'm a player."

Yet something about him triggered her instincts. Not because he looked real—but because his realness felt too perfect, like a carefully calibrated mask. In that moment, she knew: It was Jim. His disguise remained impeccable. His voice was altered, even his breathing patterns seemed rehearsed. But for Livia, it was the subtle details—the almost invisible tells—that betrayed him. She sat down silently, a faint, cold smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Everyone’s wearing a disguise,” Jim mused to himself, his eyes scanning the shadows beyond the mirrored panels.

Without giving me time to react, she shoved it into my hands. "Change. Fast." "Aria..." "Now, Riley. We’ve got thirty seconds before Myra gets curious." I stared for two beats, then yanked off my clothes and pulled on the disguise. The new outfit was simple, loose, and easy to blend in. She threw me a pink shoulder-length wig. She pulled on her own wig, a wild deep green that made her look like an anime hacker. We barely had time to adjust the parting when the door creaked.

"Which means I need to head back to the dorm to put on some makeup. You're going to have to wait for me." "Makeup?" Arlo's hands twitch nervously at his sides. He looks at me, his gaze dropping shyly. "You...you already look perfect. You don't need makeup." I pause, giving him a deeply amused look. "Are you flirting with me, hacker boy? Keep up. I have a client to impersonate." Back in my dorm, I dive into my stash of looted disguise supplies. A few layers of aggressive contouring, a pair of heavy-duty boot lifts, and two strategically placed party balloons later, I am successfully transformed into the Academy's resident Succubus.

“You’ve been so kind to me and Andrea. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done.” Before he could respond, I pulled him into a tight embrace. “You idiot,” he murmured, a chuckle in his voice. “I just want you to be happy.” He stepped back, opening a suitcase he had prepared. Inside were disguises—carefully chosen to help us slip through security undetected. “Change into these. We need to be ready before we pass through the surveillance area,” he instructed. I helped Andrea tie her hair back before tucking it under a hat, making her look like a little boy. As for me, I pulled on a curly brown wig, securing it beneath an elegant hat, and changed into a sophisticated dress.

I still couldn’t look at him in the eye. “NO.” I heaved a sigh and started removing my jumper. “Hey, w-what the fuck are you doing?!” He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Not now!” “Disguise! You need a disguise to get out of here, Jesus… Not everyone has a dirty mind like yours!” I rebutted furiously. Swiftly, I removed my jumper and handed it to him. “Give me your jacket.” In a minute, I had his jacket over mine while he wore my jumper—since it was extra large, it covered him nicely. I tucked his paws into the jumper’s sleeves, then pulled my hair up into a neat bun and ruffled his hair into a drunkard’s mess.

I hovered my hand over the charm and began to imbue it with my own spell, weaving the two together. "Morphem augmentio," I whispered. I was not at all adept at using illusion magic, but I only needed to make a few changes. I turned the hair from brown to black, the eyes from green to gray, and then added a few freckles. My Megan disguise did not look completely different, but different enough that someone would think I was a distant relative. I headed out of the bathroom quietly, mustering up an air of confidence so that no one would suspect that I didn't belong here. Luckily for me, there were hundreds of employees in this building, so going unnoticed was easy as long as I didn't look or ac