Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

“Fall silent about what exactly?” “In the brothel where I grew up,” he explained, “some of the women who could obtain magic potions would glamour themselves to look better than they actually did, because it’d get them more clients and more money. The only problem with glamour magic is that it’s very susceptible to the elements. Soil, water, fire, wind. Too much of any of those, and it wipes the glamour right off. And that man of Indigo’s had hands that kept changing as the wind hit them. I’d say it’s a good chance he was wearing a glamour and disguising his true appearance.” My lips parted. “So he very well could’ve been a woman after all?”

in me wanted to scream, to tear the silk hangings off the walls. "Especially while the slums are burning," Kaelen said, a cruel smile touching his lips. "It’s how we show them we’re still in charge." Three hours later, the mud of the harbor was a memory. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dressing chamber, barely recognizing the woman staring back. I was draped in a gown of "Living Mercury"—a masterpiece of Vane Global technology that shifted and flowed over my skin like a second soul. It was deep obsidian, shimmering with veins of royal gold that pulsed in time with my heartbeats. My wings were no longer tucked away; they were displayed, polished to a mirror shine, the edges

“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

My gaze caught the discrete golden insignia stitched into the lining of a dark velvet cloak hanging in the center. "These are from the Gilded Crown collection?" I asked quietly, my thumb lightly tracing the velvet fabric. "You recognize the crest?" Celeste gasped, delighted. "Yes! The phantom designer behind the Gilded Crown line released these exclusively for the high Alphas of the underworld three years ago. They say the designer's work carries protective wards that can stop a rogue wolf's blade!" She sighed with deep admiration. "The designer never reveals their identity, but their creations command millions in pack resources across all of Westmere. It took half our seasonal territory tax

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

With a quick flick of my finger, the dusty and worn item flew across the room and crashed into my waiting palm. It was a novice-level volume, and I knew what I wanted would be easy to cast. My chanting was low and hushed for a few minutes before I felt my skin tingling. The usual vibrations of the runes and knots on my skin could still be felt. But when I looked down, I could only see the tanned skin of my arms, no markings in sight. I had never been able to hold color before, and while most people enjoyed being tan, I felt sick. But it meant the glamour spell was working.