Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

"What do you need from me for this removal?" She handed me a list of herbs. "I need 10 of everything." I went to my bag and pulled out what was on the list. I then placed them on the table, waiting for Jasmine to strap Natalie down. "What do you mean by glamour?" Natalie asked, slightly scared. Jasmine walked over to her. "When the blocks were put on your wolf they also altered how you look as a human." Natalie began to panic. "You mean to tell me that I don't look like this?!"

PEONY CRIMSON'S POV "Remember how Zedd dragged you to jail? I had to search all over the place for you, and the rogue attack arrived." Gloria helped me zip my dress. "You missed the whole festival because of that. I mean, we both were.” I stared at my reflection in the mirror without any expression on my face. Xander gifted me a navy deep v-neck dress that fit my body perfectly. The ankle-length skirt gracefully cascaded to the floor, resembling a flowing waterfall. The pearls that were stitched on its surface seemed to wink at me.

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?”

“Oh, don’t deceive me, even you know how rebellious I can be.” “Then change.” Temilorun shrugged and smiled. “I haven’t found the pulley yet. Gwen’s gonna remain this bad-ass girl for as long as she knows.” She closed her eyes, saying the words with much pride and satisfaction. Temilorun didn’t think twice before giving her a slap at the back of her head. “Ouh!” Gwenevere exclaimed and staggered on the road. “Don’t worry, I’ll always be here to give you slaps like that when you pride in your flaws.”

Inside was a robe of the deepest black, laced with embroidered moons and stars that shimmered when touched. A note tucked inside read: “For the ceremony… if it happens.” Kael stared at the fabric. It looked like the night sky. It felt like a countdown. --- And in another wing of the castle, Amora stood before her vanity, eyes fixed on her reflection. She wore her best smile—the one she'd rehearsed for years. Soon, she would use it like a weapon. And no one, not even Alaric or her brother, Aaron, would be ready for the storm she planned to bring.

“There are two ways this ends. One: you give me what I want. Two: I beat you half to death and then I take it from your unconscious body.” I spat blood at his feet. “You forgot the third.” He raised an eyebrow. “Which is?” I whispered a spell. The glamour shattered. The pendant appeared in my hand, blazing with hidden power. Dazir’s eyes widened. “What’s that—” “Atra Vurien,” I said coldly. “Atra Vurien? What’s that supposed to mean?” Light exploded from the pendant. Dazir’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the magnitude of the power. He vanished just in time to escape the blast but his companion wasn’t so lucky.

His name, Shadowless Hadrian, was shown on his head. Shadowless Hadrian's body emitted a faint glow and there was a huge bright circle under him. The circle looked like the back of a tarot card. It had a huge star and it was glowing too. It was Raeleigh's first encounter with games and she was observing every little detail on it. At that moment, Scarlette said coldly in the game, "Shall we continue to fight monsters today?"

"It’s art." Zeke turned around, his gaze piercing. "I have an offer for you." Xielle had to tilt her head back just to meet his eyes; she barely reached his chin, making her feel small yet strangely protected by his shadow. "I want you to terminate your contract with Beauty Glam," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he looked down at her. "I’ll double the offer. Be my local endorser for Z Luxury." Xielle’s eyes widened. "Are you crazy?"

Each one was encrusted with rare stones and embroidered with the sigils of ancient packs. My eyes drifted to a glass cabinet at the far end of the hall. "Are those for sale?" I asked, pointing to a gown in the center. It had an embroidered bodice that flowed into a skirt dotted with tiny, hand-stitched tulips. It didn't look like a weapon of war; it looked like a dream of peace. Mr. Jarvis let out a meaningful hum. "That, my dear, is the Tulip of the Tundra. It’s been waiting for a wolf with a soul like yours."

'Or maybe I'm just teasing to see you squirm. 'Yea, you're back to teasing me again,' Aurelia grumbled, but a smile tugged at her lips. She parted the tissue, and her breath caught. Nestled inside was a stunning red sleeveless dress, the bodice encrusted with glittering stones that trailed down the skirt like a cascade of rubies. The fabric looked luxurious, designed to cling and tease, low-cut to showcase cleavage, fitted through the waist, flaring slightly at the hips for movement. It screamed seduction, the kind that turned heads and ignited fantasies.