Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

“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."

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!

When I nod my head she continues, "You did everything right. These are stones and not something that grows or has any type of memory or feeling. Sometimes, when and object like this is changed dramatically into something else it cannot be turned back no matter what. The more you try the worse it will end up looking until it does not even come close to resembling the original form. Sometimes, you will just have to know when it is time to walk away and when it is worth continuing on." "Okay, so this one cannot go back to how it was supposed to be? That seems crazy to think like that. What if we laid a spell on top of it to make it look the way that it used to?" I suggest. "That would work to a

“Perfect. We are here if you need anything Lady Elle. Alpha Kade remember that you have to be convincing as Lady Elle and cannot react as a mate would to whatever they might say or what she might have to say.” I tipped her chin up and placed a quick kiss before stepping backwards. I did not want to take a chance of getting her aroused in front of the soon-to-be fucked over idiots. Her heavenly scent was for my nose only. She rolled her shoulders and got her game face on. The idiots had no idea what was coming for them. Caiathus had already put a glamour up that would prevent anyone from seeing inside the building so that we could watch what was going on. It was the only thing that would keep

"Zanele, what did you bring for my grandfather? If you need a high-tier relic, I have rare moon-crystals in my private vault—" "Keep your crystals, Kieran," I reply smoothly, setting my cup down. "What I brought cannot be bought with pack credits." Two heavy stone pedestals are rolled into the center of the ring. Belle stands on the left, her black gown making her look like a dark queen. I step up to the right pedestal, my silver-scaled armor catching the flickering torchlight, creating a terrifying contrast against my scarred leather hide mask. The crowd leans in, Whispers circulating like wind through pine trees.

She seems so sweet, and I don’t know anyone who could get kidnapped and not walk away traumatised. She nods, “Yes, I saw her when we arrived in Longsang, and I heard her fighting with the Emperor.” Those words make her wince, and I try to continue past this subject. I need her help, so the last thing I want is to make her uncomfortable around me by triggering bad memories. “What you saw was a glamour,” I explain. “A glamour?” She asks in confusion. “It’s a spell to make someone look like another,” Amelia says, her interest clearly piqued.

And then she smiled, a toothy grin that made my spine tighten. The air shifted, making me sway on my feet as she spoke again, her voice layered like a dozen tones woven into one. “Clever girl.” Light flared from my palms as I unconsciously summoned a sigil into the air. “Show me what you are.” The glamour immediately burned away in an instant. Flesh shimmered, and contorted until standing where Aella had been was a cloaked, dark figure that smelled like sulphure and blood. I took one look at the ancient marking in his forehead and my blood ran cold.

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).

Glory I looked in the mirror one last time before leaving. I was nervous, but there was also a flame of excitement in my chest. Likewise, I dressed carefully, choosing the dress that Harald always liked—the one that subtly highlighted my curves. I used the perfume he loved—a sweet and enveloping fragrance that always made his eyes shine with desire. And underneath, the most daring piece in my wardrobe: the red lace panties that he loves, an intimate secret that fuels our fantasies.