Illumi Disguise Novels & Stories

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.

[Parris] “Here we go,” the young gamma driving our van exhaled as he parked our van just behind the one the prince and his mate. “Get ready, guys. Remember, let them take us, but don’t make it too easy.” We all begin to shuffle, readjusting our packs and weapons, leaving a few in obvious places so that when they search us, they will think they have done a good job. I’m in disguise today, pretending to be a gamma, hiding my long clawed nails and pointed furred ears underneath gloves and a cap. My unique permanently wolfish features make me too recognizable as the Alpha King’s tech mage. But dressed in tactical leathers and covering my special markers, nobody will be able to tell I’m not just

Ilana said as she settled in the passenger seat. “Hi. You look unrecognizable.” “That’s the whole purpose of the disguise. Do you have my card?” “Yes. In the glove compartment.” Ilana pulled the compartment open and there was a ID card with the picture of her in this look and the name “Ashley Wiston” and the name of Ashley’s college. She put the blue lanyard around her neck. “Did you buy the wig and stuff yourself?” She asked, side eyeing Ilana. “No. Why would I? I texted the team and they dropped it off.”

Now that chance rested entirely on her trembling shoulders. --- The Plan Amara glanced down at her disguise—a tailored black dress that clung to her body, elegant but functional, paired with a fur-lined coat. Her hair was styled in loose waves, her lips painted a dangerous shade of crimson. To the casual observer, she looked like one of Lorenzo’s many female companions, the kind who flocked to him for wealth and protection. But beneath the folds of her coat, strapped against her thigh, was a blade. In the lining of her purse, a hidden recorder. And tucked inside her bra, a tiny earpiece that crackled with the faintest sound of static.

As soon as he realized that he was in danger, he retreated immediately. The person with an Adam's Apple pulled out a gun from his stomach and fired several shots at Plague, but as the world's top killer, he was agile enough to avoid the gunshots and like a shadow despite being injured. Soon enough, he scurried into the darkness of the night. Covered in blood, 'Lily' quickly chased after him. Ripping off the fake stomach and wig along the way, he finally revealed his true appearance. After using almost half of Hilda's toning cream and painting his face as pale as he could, the disguise looked quite realistic. The waterproof eyeliner's effect was simply unbelievable. It made Nathan look simply

"I know makeup can be powerful, but shapeshift? I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. Is that all just a legend? Why do you encounter such bizarre things?" Ivanna waved her hands in disbelief. "But this is a real thing. You saw Carina turn around on the surveillance footage last night, right?" "Yeah! I saw it. What's the matter? Don't tell me it's a disguise! That was Carina, right? How could it be someone else? How do you make a disguise?" Ivanna pressed me, her eyes wide. "You're right. It's a disguise!" I interrupted her, nodding firmly. "At first, I doubted it too. That was indeed Carina!"

Hence the disguise. She was wearing a black open pleated skirt with a white button up shirt. A pair of butterfly photochromic glasses shielded her eyes. She had applied minimal makeup to change her looks a bit; some contour around her lips and nose to make them bigger. She even added two fake moles - one on her cupid's bow and the other just at the curved edge of the left part of her forehead.

Jace complimented with a grin. The man lowered his hood and took off his hat. He brushed his hair with his hands, then removed the glasses and mask that covered his face. Then, he peeled off the skin on his face. It was a disguise mask that was so good that the texture resembled natural human skin. It was Jake in disguise. "It's not in vain that I have a hobby of cooking, right? My moves are so flawless and skillful that they're indistinguishable from a real waiter," Jake said, grinning back.

He added, with a hint of skepticism. “Well...” I trailed off, removing my wig to reveal my real hair and taking out the colored contacts. “I was just trying out a new style.” I said, attempting to inject a bit of humor to ease the tension. It seemed to work, as he looked amused. “Why the disguise?” “I didn’t want to be recognized.” “So, you’re telling me you’re here on your own?” He raised a brow. “I am.” I nodded.