Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

So I take what I can, in other ways. Not from her. Not yet. Maela is loyal. Dutiful. She understands the nature of demons, she is one. The weight of our hungers, the price of our patience. She does not question when I call for her. Does not resist when I weave illusion over her form. Glamour is a simple thing. A trick of light and perception. A mask that convinces the senses of a lie they want to believe. For a moment, in the low light of fire and shadow, the shape of her becomes something else. Pale hair where dark once fell. Soft curves where sharper lines should be. A silhouette my mind has grown accustomed to watching move through these halls.

“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.

Her fangs are half visible, lips painted a bruised purple that makes her skin gleam like moonlight ice. I fake a grin and hand over the black satin card embroidered with silver runes. My fingers shake. I twist them into a fist as she returns it, ignoring her smirk as if she can smell my anxiety. Maybe she can. These critters live on weakness. “Welcome to the Moonshadow Annual Supernatural Gala,” she purrs, already turning to the next visitor. “Try not to get eaten alive.” Her words reverberate ominously as I enter into the huge ballroom.

The material dragged along my waist, pulled tight across my hips, and stopped just barely over the swell of my cunt. I didn’t even feel dressed. I felt marked. Tasha stood back. “Jesus,” she whispered. “You look like a virgin sacrifice.” I couldn’t speak. She grabbed the heels. Silver. Shiny. High as hell. “Step in.” I did. She crouched and strapped them around my ankles, her fingers brushing my calves like she was handling a porcelain doll. Then she stood and grabbed a gloss tube. It was a pink, we all t and glittering gloss.

“What is this Harry Potter wizardry?” I ask in awe and grandma chuckles. Even my voice has changed. “You are still the same underneath. This is what we call Glamour. Press the implant behind your ear and you will see.” She says and I do and the disguise disappears and I am standing the same as I was when I walked in.

So, at the glamorous party, Nadya and I were interested in our own business. Someone came and offered us a drink. She was dressed very quirkily. Plaid dress and green hair, so odd. Obviously, she was the most dominant person at this party. Nadya and I have often seen her yelling at everyone. And now, she came to us with a fair drink in her hand. "Here, have a drink. I see you guys only been eating," she said. "Is there alcohol in this?" I said. "No.This is the drink to make you throw up?"

a character whose dialogue had been sold to a stranger. The Shadow-Heir didn't stop there. He turned his gaze to Kaelen and Elora, who were huddled together in the shadow of the bridge. "The 'Thistle Scent' is the most requested asset of the season," the Shadow-Heir whispered. "Let's see what the 'High Rollers' will pay for a 'Royal Scent-Strip'." The "Silver-Crest" white streak in Kaelen's hair began to glow with a blinding, mercury intensity, and the boy's form began to "Detach" from the floor.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

Someplace where even I have less access to my power. Someplace they would never think to look. A bright lit street appears before me in the mirror. A parking lot. Using all of my force I push us through, feeling the mirror crumble behind us as I drain its power to aid the spell. With the last small bit of power I have left, I craft a glamor around us. My ears become rounded, my clothing modern. She is still covered in blood, but instead of priestess robes, she is wearing a summer dress.