Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

With unwavering resolve, I brace myself to confront the impending bloodshed, knowing that my love for Hugh and Zachary gives me strength beyond measure. The day of Yvanna and Hugh's wedding dawns bright and clear, the air heavy with anticipation. I slip into my makeshift disguise—a dark shoulder-length wig with thick fringe bangs and oversized glasses. I study my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the glasses until they obscure half of my face. It’s a simple disguise, one I hope will be enough to conceal my identity. But as I make my way to the Gallery by Chele, my heart pounds with uncertainty. My colleagues buzz around me, their voices blending into a symphony of excitement and nerves. Bu

Alice gave me a small nod, her sadness from earlier still shadowing her features. --- We left headquarters disguised, layers of clothes and wigs that itched against my scalp, makeup muting the angles of my face until I barely recognized myself in the mirror. We walked out in silence, every step cautious. The world outside felt hostile, every shadow, suspicious. An unmarked car waited near the curb. Damon opened the back door for me, his expression unreadable beneath the false beard he wore. Alice slid in beside me, her features softened with prosthetics that made her look like someone else entirely.

Just like that, Emily took Gama to her house, and when the door was shut behind them, Gama finally revealed himself by cancelling the effect of his illusion. Emily gasped loudly, but then she took a deep breath and looked into Gama's eyes. “You're not real.” She said and was about to remove her footwear, believing herself to be hallucinating when Gama spoke, “I am real.” Emily's eyes widened, and she turned around to face Gama, who had discarded his disguise and bare his gorgeous face to Emily. Emily was alarmed and excited at the same time. Gama was wearing the body of one of her favourite celebrities.

Jared, the camp make-up artist, was with her in the room presently, making her look like a completely different person. I'd given him a heads up of what I wanted, and I hoped he would deliver the best. When Daciana walked out of the room, she was almost recognisable to him because he knew who she was but to others, they would have a hard time figuring it out. She looked entirely different. Her blonde sun-like hair was not dyed red, the exact colour of blood. Her baby face was pulled back, making her cheeks look sharp and her jaw a bit pointed. Her evergreen eyes were replaced with black contacts, and her lips were clad in red lipstick.

viola gulped in fear but still wriggling to make him leave her but he took her inside the room and locked the door she was scared and said "see you're doing wrong let me go you can't hurt me I will shout" liam wanna make more fun so he simply started unbuttoning his shirt she was scared a lot and started crying in that fear liam thought to end the drama and thought to speak he is going near her but she is moving back unfortunately she got collided to the mirror and it was about to fall on her but liam stopped it which made his hand for get pierced due to glass piece

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.

she asked, giving her two choices. Clarice fell silent for a moment. “I want to see her with my own face,” she finally answered. Demetria nodded her head. “Ok. But you need to see my disguise first, or else you might freak out. This is just an illusion not real, so don’t fret,” she said and waved her hand all over her body, transforming herself into a hideous-looking guy with horns and a tail, looking like he had just come out of the depths of hell.

"Good morning, Kita; please don't say anything. I need you to listen for a minute or two. Last night was all my fault. I've been the most unmitigated and uncomprehensive jerk, and you were right; I was wrong. But if you just be patient with me, Kita. I promise. I'm going to fix this because you're what I want. The man you met and knew in the Baha Mar. Kita, that's me. It's not a disguise. I know I've been challenging to deal with, and confusing, and to put it simply, insane acting. But as of today, that's about to change. Do you know why?

After a moment of muttering words none of us could understand, she opened her palms in our direction and I felt a small wave of air breeze past us. “I just cast a protective disguise over both of you,” Ikea said as she backed away from us. “If you should run into any of those guys, they shouldn’t recognize you. It should last about an hour.” “That works brilliantly,” Ariel exclaimed. She closed the distance between her and Ikea in one step and hugged her, “Thank you, Ikea. For everything.” Ikea sighed playfully and patted Ariel’s back, “Alright, alright. Don’t go getting all mushy now,” she said as she slipped out of Ariel’s arms a second later, “besides, you should be on your way now.”

Hugging him always felt so good, and familiar like we’ve known each other for ages. “Let’s go then.” I urged and we set out of the corner we’d been huddled in this whole time we were conversing. My disguise was me throwing a bunch of clothes together and wrapping something around my face so I looked completely unrecognizable. Vex was dressed similarly and we both laughed whenever we passed a full length mirror and got a reflection of ourselves. A few people had stopped to stare at us a handful of times and we’d have honestly been embarrassed but since we were completely unrecognizable then it was fine.