Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

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.

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

I wasn't much confident in my appearance and that's why I hated shopping. Then three and four. None worked. The last one was an intense purple, which was my favorite color. When I put it on, it looked nice. It had a V neckline and was backless. On one side was a mesh sleeve that looked like I had tattooed colorful flowers down my arm, and the design continued across my chest. It was long but had a slit up the side, so I didn’t look as short in it as I usually did in long dresses. The fabric was silky, and I did a twirl where it fanned out at the bottom. I giggled at myself a little before exiting the dressing room. Rania squealed in excitement."Yup, this one will have my brother's eyes glued

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.

“Told you I will find it.” She sprinted towards me and almost fell on me. “I’m sorry, my lady,” she gasped. Guilt swung in, displacing the peppy mood she had on. “Don’t get too worried, I’m fine,” I muttered, rubbing my neck for the umpteenth time. “You must be very nervous. You’re going to be fully made the Luna of the Dark Moon Pack,” Glacia said, fixing the tiara carefully on my head. I nodded timidly.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

It was a somewhat unnecessary quest, as the only thing that could be received as a reward was a material called Dlarun, which was used to craft basic weapons or could be sold at the market for a few gold pieces. Unlike most NPC’s her quest could be activated multiple times and she showed up at random on various levels. Although we didn’t need to complete the quest, we still did, because it made us feel better helping her. The item she misplaced was a pair of reading glasses, which turned out to be on her head.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

The moment the crown touched her head her glammar fell like shattered glass. The clothing she wore transformed into a silver sleak dress. the color of starlight and the small scepter she once held grew as long as she was tall with large golden twisting roots that came to a point. Her features became sharper, her red hair became more vibrant, and her skin an olive almost green hue with white markings covering her arms.