Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

The global adoration, the blaze of fame. Glamor, I thought. Of course. I breathed deeply, drawing in my focus with it. I coated myself in a deliberate sheen of magic, only a dusting, a suggestion: a quick, open-ended spell that caught the onlooker's idea of beauty and toyed their mind closer to perceiving what they wanted to see. It was a small security blanket, one of the most minor of spell workings. Fae had been using it for centuries with humans to curry favor and awe. Or just a little self-confidence, in this case.

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.

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.

He did not expect that Dante knew the secret. "You won this time. But next time I won't let you win," said Glory. The two stared at each other for a long time, then laughed. Glory pinched Dante's waist when he saw Prince Xander and Princess Alleta appear. They both stopped laughing and bowed. Prince Xander holds daughter Alleta. The princess looked very beautiful. She was wearing a shimmering yellow dress. Her hair was left loose. He doesn't wear a crown. Her beautiful face looks happy. "Dante, Glory, let's go," Prince Xander said. Dante and Glory raised their faces and smiled. "Alright, prince," replied the two together. Prince Xander and Princess Alleta walked in front while Dante and Glor

After the queen's death, Sandra tried many times to cast spell on the ring to find the baby's power but unfortunately, her spells never worked. Clotho entered the room. Everyone in the room looked at her. Clotho sighed and said “You were right Lahkesis, she is not a vampire but definitely she is a magical creature. I could feel positive vibes around her and definitely, she is a beautiful soul." “Looks like someone is Alice’s fangirl,” Lahkesis said sarcastically. Atropos looked at Clotho and signaled her to shut her mouth. Atropos spoke, “Clotho Sandra has a ruby ring from the celestial kingdom. We need to perform the ritual to find the ring owner so that we can reach the celestial heir.”.

“Uh… I don’t think I’ll need makeup. It’s past ten and I'm actually going home—” “Could you please just do it?” she whined, giving me that wide-eyed, pouty-lipped puppy look. “It’s my way of saying thanks. Because I just know Heidi Bier 'the bitch' is getting canceled tomorrow—and you, sweet little thing, are the main character.” She clasped her hands dramatically under her chin. I sighed, accepting my fate. And ended up being dollified by Amy Ambrose. “This,” she said, holding up a sleek lipstick tube, “is one of my unreleased products. Aurora Shade Plus Glitter. Reddish-pink. And you are the first to wear it.”