Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

A curl of shadow leaks from my palms, alive. “Good,” he murmurs, close enough for the word to brush my ear. Kai steps forward next, light to Silas’s dark. Glamour magic, soft gold. He traces sigils in the air, their glow sweet as honey. “Charm the world before it charms you,” he teases. “Pull positivity. Mask the edges.” Warmth floods my chest, light threading through the shadow like morning through fog. The contrast makes me tremble. Then Rhett. Predatory grace, every motion a promise.

The whole place is lit a soft blue light from a great number of strange glowing orbs scattered around the landscaping around us. Honestly, while the Underworld has so far been desolate and brutally impressive, here it’s…quite pretty. Anton gives a little growl that draws my eyes to him and he bumps himself into my side, letting his tongue loll a little as he looks at me.

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

I could see the blood drained from her face. My eyes lingered on her, Skylar is dressed in an elegant, flowing gown of deep emerald green which is the color of the pack’s symbol, with intricate gold embroidery that signifies her status as the soon-to-be Luna. Her hair is styled in loose waves, dropped down her back, and a delicate tiara rests on her head, a precursor to the crown she is soon to wear. Despite her regal appearance, her eyes betray her anxiety, and her movements are stiff with barely concealed fear which makes me happy.

“Your glamour is working perfectly.” I grimace. “Of course it will work. For the past few years, I have mastered using glamour. Even when I am unconscious, it will never break.” He laughs, and I give him an annoyed look. “I’m serious. Do you doubt my skills?” “Well then, maybe my glamour ain’t very good. When I am unconscious, it will revert.” I roll my eyes in exasperation. “Did someone ever tell you that your skills are any good?” I ask.

Tora smiled, her heart warm and full and just a little frayed around the edges from lack of sleep. They were crawling. Everywhere. Fast. And neither of them seemed particularly aware of the concept of danger. Or gravity. “Oh, look,” came Chelsea’s amused voice as she stepped through the back door with Ben in tow, holding two bright blue onesies with the words ‘Chaos Goblin #1’ and ‘Chaos Goblin #2’ printed across them. “Just in time to rebrand your tiny gremlins.” “I swear they’ve evolved past ‘baby’ and straight into ‘mini apex predator,’” Tora said, accepting the outfits with a laugh. “Pretty sure Kael tried to challenge the vacuum to a duel yesterday.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I corrected. My hand drifted lower, slow, intentional. Down her neck to her breast. Maela’s head tipped back slightly, surrendering to the contact, not out of weakness — but purpose. She existed to absorb what I could not yet claim. With a flick of my wrist, the glamour fell over her like mist settling over water. Dark hair turned silver. Skin brightened. Features shifted. Elira’s face lifted toward me. It was not perfect — it never was — but in low light and willing imagination, it was close enough.

“Damn, castle. You get me.” I spun around, and there they were. Zephyr and Kalyx, both wide awake now, sitting up in bed, their mouths parted, staring at me like I’d just summoned a demonic sex goddess. Which… honestly? Fair. “The castle loves me,” I chirped, grabbing my enchanted lip gloss from the nightstand and popping it on. “Didn’t you know?” Kalyx let out a low whistle. “You’re gonna get us killed looking like that.” Zephyr just nodded, his eyes locked on my thighs. “You’re a goth goddess.”

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.