Undertale Glamour Novels & Stories

He studied it with quiet fascination, molten fractures pulsing beneath his ruined skin. “A mortal…,” he murmured, “daring to raise fae magic against me.” His fingers closed. Slow. Deliberate. Glass shrieked. Light collapsed inward in a violent implosion — sigils splintering into shards of fading radiance that scattered like dying stars across the stone. Then— Silence. Only glittering dust remained. Then the glamour fell back into place. It rolled over him like liquid gold made beautiful — smoothing the cracks, restoring flawless skin, reshaping bone and feature until the elegant Unseelie ruler stood where the monster had been moments before.

Taran Tru shows me what male clothes look like today. It’s surprising how much the world has changed in 500 years. I use the fae dust to cast a glamor spell allowing me to create clothes. I don’t like the look or feel of them, but they will do until I find something better. I turn to Tru. She’s dressed and waiting by the door. I grab some gold, my mother’s letter, and the lighting crystal. Tru seemed to be very interested in it, and I didn’t explain how they work yet.

I was sure she was going to contact me, Maybe telling me why I needed to run. "All done." The maid said, snapping me from my deep thought. I gazed at the mirror to see me. I was never the beauty queen. I never dressed to impress but this was me, The girl in the mirror. I straightened up, smoothed the frock neatly into place, and performed a clumsy pirouette followed by an impish curtsy imagining Nobles feasting their eyes on me. A maid insisted the very image of a painting depicting a sorceress, lady Gallagher, one hanging in the gallery rumored to have punished men for disagreeing with her.

The length was long with a side slit from just above my knee. I felt good as I wore the gown, complete with a simple black stiletto and a small black purse, silver earrings, rings and silver necklace. I sprayed my favorite perfume just to add that extra touch. As soon as I came out I could actually see his jaw drop, perfect! That was exactly what I wanted. "You look gorgeous Clara Shawn," he said as I got closer. "Thank you," I told him. "No need to thank me babe, a beauty like you deserves all the compliments any man can ever imagine," he said.

I loved her blush because it highlighted her beauty. “Next up, we have a jewelry collection provided by Avalara Key,” Albert, the announcer said. I looked at my mate, stunned. ‘You’re Avalara Key?’ That name was known throughout the supernatural and human worlds alike. It was the highest quality and very expensive. It was a luxury line that my mate apparently created. She nodded, taking another drink of her champagne.

Her eyes continued traveling up until they reached the twin’s amber eyes. “Cole, Luca, this is my friend Zira.” Kady’s shit-eating grin only grew wider as she watched Zira flounder for something to say. This was a setup. Zira’s heart was beating so loud she almost didn’t hear it when Cole said something to her. He leaned in closer and handed her a cold sports drink. “We bought this just for you.” His full lips pulled up into a smirk as heat flooded her face. Why was she blushing over a stupid drink when she was just sandwiched in between their naked bodies this morning? The rogue thought did little to help her calm down.

Clad in a black tattered dress that hung loosely from her frail frame, she appeared weak and weary, her arms and legs tattooed with intricate and strange markings. Kaelric slightly tilted his head to make out her face but long tangled curls of deep brown hair formed a wild curtain that obscured her face, beckoning further curiosity. “For f-forty thousand g-gold coins.” The goblin set the price higher than other magical relics auctioned. “What?! I have seen prettier-looking women than this twig!” The Minotaur ruler spat. “Hmm, she’d make a fine slave.” Alpha Thane denoted. “Have her turn around.” Gryphon King ordered and the globin yanked on the chain around her neck, nudging her to turn. “Se

It means she is going to dress me all up, with magic" I reply, although that isn't exactly what glamour means, but there is not an easier way to explain it to Fleur, so that should do it. "Ha" A few moments and a mirage of magic later, Alec's shirt and short has been glamoured up to a yellow pleated sundress stopping just a little bit above my knee and my choice of shoe is a white conservative sandal that seems to shine as the rays of the sun hits it. "Wow this is beautiful," Fleur comments.

"Returning jewelry you've bought disgraces us all! The Bloodmoon Pack's reputation is being trampled by you!" "Take it back! I won't return it!" Sabrina, catching her breath, lunged at Ulrik. Her silver-gray claws gleamed as she pummeled his chest, her sulfurous pheromones erupting like flames. Ulrik stood rigid, unfazed by her assault. His face was a mask of indifference, and his cedar pheromones hung heavy, frozen and unyielding. He was sick of this life. Gloria stood dazed, checks in hand, tears forgotten.

“It’s a crutch. The people coming after me aren’t going to wait while you get me off so I can fight back.” “It’s a starting point,” Vergel countered. “From there, you’ll learn how to call it forth and channel it at will.” When she didn’t answer, he gently tipped her face up with a finger under her chin. There was a glint in his eyes, now a vibrant purple instead of grey with the partial release of his Glamor, that set her heart to racing. “Should Finn join me in touching you?” Pearl didn’t catch her reaction in time to hide it. Shadows seeped from her skin in thick tendrils to wrap around them, coiling up their bodies like vines. The Air around her thickened and began to swirl, fluttering th