Superhero Turkey Disguise Novels & Stories

And now, with Croix's blessing, Alex would wear his face. With help from one of Rupert's subordinates—an expert in disguise—Alex endured hours of transformation. Skin-thin prosthetics were molded to his face, a false scar ran across his left brow, and contact lenses dulled the sharp intensity of his eyes, turning them into a pale, icy blue. His gait changed. His voice thickened with a subtle European accent. Fortunately, he was fluent in French. Completing the disguise was a dark navy three-piece suit with a matching vest, black leather gloves, and a signature identity ring of the organization—always worn by Croix. When he scanned his full appearance in the mirror, Alexander Harris no longer

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

[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

I scanned the crowd of faces and tuxedos and gowns and then I saw him. Bird. Standing near the edge of the room by himself with his shoulders hunched and his head slightly bowed and his whole body radiating the kind of discomfort that made him look like a rabbit dropped into a den of wolves. The oversized hoodie was gone and instead he was wearing the tuxedo every recruit had been given and the sight of him in formal wear caught me off guard for reasons I did not want to examine.

He wanted to arrive peacefully and leave peacefully. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a mask. It was simple, a smooth piece of enchanted cloth meant to obscure his features. With a quiet murmur, he recited a spell and placed the piece of cloth over his face. The cloth moved around his face, as if merging with his skin, altering his facial structure. His dark hair changed to a light shade of brown while his face changed to a kind of bland type. A face no one would look at twice or even bother to remember. This way, Talon might take him as an ordinary servant of Sera's or Zedekiel.

The man tried to resist, but I immobilized his head, causing him to lose strength and pass out. "I'm sorry, friend, but there was no other way," he said, bending down and starting to take off his clothes. I needed your uniform, which came with the cap, for my disguise. I got dressed and took the clothes I had with me. I stared at him once more, looking at the state I'd left him in. Leaving a man with only shoes and underpants, he said: "Apologies once again…" I adjusted the uniform, praying that no one would suspect, as it was small. The shirt bared my stomach and the pants were above my ankles. The man was small, no more than five foot seven.

The ceremony continue after an incident happened to a woman who fainted after seeing Argen transform herself into disguise. He was bit surprised to see Argen became different in her appearance. He scowled and gasped as Argen approached the woman with visible grin in her face. He surely think that she’s totally a psycho. Her feature was look normal, but Destino could sense her alteration into something more powerful. Her iris were absolutely red and it’s blaze.

“And in that short time, you’ve proven yourself reliable. Keen and smart.” It’s already been almost six months since I started the disguise mission. Six months of sitting in front of codes and pretending I was just another regular employee who lived off caffeine and deadlines. Yet, my target is still alive and breathing… even prettier since the first time we met. Stupid mafia, stop it. I gave him a humble nod. “Thank you, Sir. I just try to do my best at my job.” Mr. Jafersons looked pleased. “You’ve done more than that. I see potential in you, Keigh Russo. Perhaps, the next in line with Ms. Moretti?”

With masks in hand, I knelt down to their level, ensuring I had their undivided attention. "Hey, guys," I began, my voice tinged with excitement. "Do you want to play a game? We're going to be secret superheroes today. I have these masks for each of you, and all you have to do is wear them and promise me you won't take them off no matter what. Can you do that?" Wide-eyed with anticipation, the triplets eagerly nodded their heads, their energy contagious. They quickly adorned their masks, giggling at their newfound secret identities. My heart swelled with a mixture of pride and love for my little superheroes.

Chun wore purple and gray plaid shorts just above his knees, a gray short-sleeved shirt, and purple van tennis shoes. Minho wore casual skinny-leg pants that displayed his shapely, long, slender limbs. The back of the pants was gold, and the front was green. With a sleeveless light green shirt tucked neatly in his pants. With a pair of deep gold van tennis shoes. With his dark hair cut low and a pair of sunglasses on. Stepping into the airport, Minsoo removed his shades to get a clear view of everything. Wearing a pair of dark aqua blue skinny-leg jeans.