Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

I only understood my sister's hatred after she killed me. Lydia Vale did not hate me because I had taken anything from her. When we were sixteen, the Blood Ledger appeared before us on the night of the red moon. Lydia stared at the crimson light first. The man smiled. "The Glamour Gift," he said. "Beauty that can bend a room before you speak. Desire, attention, invitations, worship." Then he looked at the silver light.

“That was just the beginning of your orientation, Natasha. Tomorrow we explore the windows… and my private playroom downstairs. Bring extra panties.” She smiled up at him, cum smeared and glowing, ambition and filthy desire perfectly aligned.

Connor had instructed Jordan Reed to lay out a spread of ceremonial silks for my choosing. Among the vibrant textiles, he had hand-picked a gown of spun gold, form-fitting and etched with intricate ink-black swirls that mimicked the ancient calligraphy of the Eastern packs. He was radiant when he saw me emerge in it—unique and lethal, a classic elegance that only a High Luna could carry.

I read it once quickly, then went back and read it again slowly. The compound was a potion. Ingested, not applied externally, which was the detail that changed everything about its viability. Once taken internally, it moved through the system and targeted maintained magical workings from the inside, specifically the kind that required ongoing active energy to sustain, the kind that would collapse without constant attention. A glamour of Lila's complexity and depth was exactly that type of working. It needed her to be feeding it regularly, checking it, reinforcing weak points. The compound didn't attack it directly. It simply made maintaining it impossible. It interrupted the connection betwe

“That’s her.” “She opened Aurelian.” “She doesn’t look like a dragon.” “She looks like a mutt.” “Poor thing. Doesn’t even know what she is.” I wanted to scream that I didn’t either. Instead, I kept walking, cloak pulled tight around me, boots clicking softly across the marble floor. The pin at my breast shimmered with every breath I took, emotion shifting its color beneath the glamour enchantment. I didn’t know what the colors meant, but I was pretty sure mine was broadcasting something between “leave me alone” and “please don’t eat me.”

Maeve frowned at Esmeray's bare tattooed legs, messy platinum white hair and the dirty oversized shirt she was wearing. "I'm going to use a cloak and glamour spell and as much as my clothes are concerned I'm not going there to impress anyone." Esmeray shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. The cloak was going to conceal her scent and the glamour spell was going to change her appearance. When Esmeray raised her palms to open a portal Maeve interpreted her yet again. “I already opened a portal. You can use it and remember you have to bring the Vampire King to the Forest of Wonders so I won’t have a problem in covering his tracks.”

It had also ruined his life. Rhychard stood and started collecting the plates. Kree padded over to the sofa and reclaimed his spot, while Buttercup helped gather the dishes. As Rhychard turned the faucet on, he said, "Kendalais helped me learn how to use the sword, explaining the glamour that makes it disappear until I touch it. A glamour is a spell that alters the appearance of something. That's how the elves move among us. They can make themselves seem human." He started washing the plates, while she dried and put them away. "Too bad they can't act human," he said, with a shake of his head. "Anyway, while Kendalais was teaching me how not to get killed, Tryna taught me about the battle bet

I've handpicked concealers that work perfectly for ghosts—just click the shopping cart in the lower right corner to grab one. That was right. While livestreaming, I was also selling products. Since I was working in the underworld, there were no brands from the living world advertising here. So everything I recommended was completely genuine. The makeup I sold in my live stream was high quality and much cheaper than buying it directly in the underworld. Jenny didn't like dealing with ghosts, but she was more than happy to help me source products. Now our roles had switched, and she had become my assistant. The NPCs from The Devil's Bride all became my friends. They were happy to help me under

I decide to read the news on my phone as more candidates step into the room and answer the same questions, with few variations. Why do you want to be an attendant? Do you consensually agree to the contract and enter it freely, of your own volition? Are you fully aware that the timeframe for your debt is X amount of years? Do you consent to being glamored? Not all vampires can perform glamors, at least the common ones. Most noble vampires can. The glamor is a supposedly optional clause in the contracts that allows the attendant to forget everything they do while the contract is active. They're there in person, and they're still themselves, but once the contract is over, they won't remember an