Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

“How? Joan, I’m practically ready to give birth and it’s only been three months. How do you hide something like this?” “Glamour spell,” she said immediately, kneeling in front of me and placing her hands carefully on either side of my belly. Her touch was warm, gentle, and I felt a tingle of magic spark against my skin. “It’s an illusion, it won’t change what’s actually there, but it’ll make everyone else see something different. See you as you looked yesterday.” My breath came faster. “Will it work?” “On most people? Yes. On humans and lesser supernatural beings? Definitely.” Her expression darkened. “But amber witches… they see through glamours like they’re made of glass. Jeile will know.

“You talk too much like a priest, you know that? Pride talking about sins when his sin himself.” He pressed two fingers to his temple. A shimmer of energy, subtle but real, flared around him, his mortal glamour slipping for a heartbeat. The mortals below gasped faintly as if feeling a chill wind but seeing nothing. Tyler whispered a charm under his breath. “Let’s play nice. If she’s Greed, we can’t just storm in swords blazing.” Caius’s hand brushed the hilt at his hip, reluctant. “You charm. I watch.” “Sure thing, partner.” Tyler winked.

Countless times over the years we had stood together before a mirror, Ivan watching me ascend in pleasure as he deftly adored my naked body. Slowly the tiara came down upon my head, nestling into my blonde curls, looking as though I always wore such finery. Truth be told, the Shadowlands had not been a pack of ostentatious royal life. I still despised the feel of silk after so many years so my gown tonight was chiefly lace. Long sleeves with a straight, shoulder exposing neckline in a stunning lilac and purple pattern. Delicate crystals and golden thread made this the most glamorous thing I had worn in years and I felt transported back to when Ivan first took me here.

“You said you were spiting Ben, but you make his pack so much money, so are you trying to tank your company?” His lips twitched, “What sort of research did you do, Renda?” My face burned, but I didn’t answer. That clearly wasn’t the answer. “If you’re worried about how many translucent pink gowns I can buy you, I have plenty of money for it.” I scowled at him. “Golden nude dresses for Grace too.” Grace chuckled, “You don’t want to be the alpha of Warhammer, do you?” He smiled, “Amazing Grace wins the game.”

But that damned Black-fur had been an idiot since day one. "It doesn't really matter, but the glamour is probably because you are too honest." Agent offered the Demon something that he knew from his own early days as a god. "A glamour is a lie and if you aren't good at lying, you aren't going to be good at glamours."

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

"I know, it's just that it's so complicated. I mean, not that I had any big plans for the future. But it's hard knowing that I won't be able to do anything, you know? College... Jobs. Have my own house." "You'll be able to have all that, Shandra," Sam replies. "But you'll have to create a new identity. Another name, another background." "A new face," Julian completes. "Wait. You want me to do a spell to totally change my appearance?" "What? Of course not." "..." "Not least because glamour spells are highly unstable, and it doesn't work on everyone. It would be a matter of time before you would be unmasked," explains the yellow-eyed demon.

Where a man had once stood, now a great black werewolf crouched, snarling, his teeth bared dangerously. Suddenly something clicked open in my mind, like a window shutter. Suddenly I could hear Alexander's thoughts, filtering into my own head like sunlight through that open window, the thoughts directed at the snarling wolves in front of him. Touch her, and I'll tear you apart, he seemed to say. Then he turned his regal head to me. Get behind me, he said through the wave of thoughts, and my eyes widened. "What?" I whispered. Get behind me, Elaine. Now!

Glamour is an ability that can be used to hide those traits from sight. "Like an invisible cloak," she murmured. It would have been hard to believe if she hadn’t experienced the tangibility of her own power before. But, she knew power, magic, witch’s magic, and everything they spoke of was real. "Exactly. Except instead of actually making demons invisible, it only cloaks the characteristics that make them different." "Like this?" Livia This is what I look like without the... extras." Livia’s eyes flashed a deeper gold, as if showing her the smallest glimpse of what she kept hidden beneath. And it made Rhye want to see more.

The texture of my hair, the normal eyes, my normal dim eyes… All the things that the other me possess. “Oh,” She shuts up immediately. “It’s called glamour,” I smile at her when I open my eyes. “How do you do that?” “I am a fey, Gwendolyn. This is one of my many powers.” “And how exactly did you learn magic in a few hours of your transformation.” I stand up and walk over to the mirror to fix my hair and I smile, when I sight my purple lips. “My zeal to catch the two nasty creatures is very very strong.” “Two nasty what now?”