Elden Ring Worm Face Novels & Stories

“How many?” The darkness answered with a scrape of claws against stone. One shape lurched into the edge of the torchlight. It had the frame of a wolf, but wrong. Too thin in the ribs, shoulders twisted, patches of fur missing where blackened skin showed through. A silver collar had sunk into its neck so deeply the flesh had grown around it. Its eyes were clouded, unfocused, but when it scented us, its mouth split open in a snarl that sounded almost human.

“Red marks? Are they the same ones that you drew on the diagnostic chart?” The doctor holds up the tablet to my poor attempt at drawing the starbursts. I nod, feeling along the pup’s forehead for a connection point but it seems to just hover right above its fur and yet it’s attached. “Ok so you can touch and feel the red marks – can you describe it for us please.”

The cracking of his ribs was sickeningly sweet as he stumbled back to the ground. “If you hadn’t interfered this would never have happened.” He snaps back at me, pushing his ribs back into place. The comment pissed me off even more. Mostly because deep down I knew he was right, but it didn’t mean he could disrespect me on my property. I call for my warriors to escort him to the dungeon. Seren may have been allowed to stay in my house but this prick wasn’t. “Elijah. You need to tell the doctor that Aria has bitten Elida!” His panicked link from Simon comes through. He had every reason to panic. A wolf biting a Fae was a death sentence.

Russell furrowed his brow, the intense pain and nausea making him extremely miserable. "Russell, open your mouth." Russell quickly opened his mouth upon hearing the words, and the Golden Worm flew out with a wriggling blood-red worm in its mouth, landing on the disposal plate. The Larvi-worm was transparent, but it turned red after sucking blood, and it writhed in pain. This is where Golden Worm tore apart Larvi-worm, slowly devouring it bit by bit.

“While I was with mama long ago.” I leaned forward slightly, giving him my full attention. “What do you mean?” “I saw the man,” Eli continued. “In the corridor of the pack. But he covered his face.” My wolf stirred again, alert. Who was Eli talking about? Someone from when he was with Kiera? Someone who’d found their way into my pack? “Do you remember anything about him?” I asked carefully. Eli nodded. “He has a large scar. On his neck and face. But he didn’t have it before.”

I was shocked by what she said, how she recognized me, from the fact that now I was wearing a mask so it means that it was only my eyes that could see on my whole face. "Are you my knight in shining armor?" She even laughed so hard, while saying it jokingly. "Go home." She laughed again and stepped forward towards me. I swallowed and backed away from her, as if I was being burned, probably because of the silver necklace he had. It was one of the most effective thing that can affect a Werewolves like us, so if someone is holding something with a silver or they are wearing like that we chose not to get too close or else we will going to pass out.

A one-stop shop for a big bag of nothing. As I inspected my own ridiculous face, I saw something. A movement in the centre of my forehead, a tiny tip of a tail. Great, now I had ringworm. It couldn’t really be worms. Nothing could move here except for the tentacles that bound people to each other. Carefully, I grabbed the worm-like protuberance in a pinch between thumb and forefinger and pulled. It was hard to get a grip, but slowly I extracted a thread that turned from worm into snake.

he cried while looking at the sky. At that moment, he felt his face become really hot. He touched it and hissed at the pain. What was happening to him? He took out a mirror from his spatial ring and was shocked to see that the new face gifted to him by Thora had shown and the marks on his face were... glowing? His eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be that this was a way to be recognized by that vortex? After all, there were marks of a dragon on his face. He quickly rose and thanked the moon goddess.

It was just their cries and struggling breaths that came from the other end. "Reyne!" all that it took was a strong kick and the door flung open. However, the sight across caused a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. The green slimy wiggly woggly creatures were back. There were three and all surrounding the bed at which Reyne laid in a partially sitting position. Her face was dreaded and pale as she cried weakly while Wendy, the warrior wolf stood by the edge of the bed as she attempted to kick them away. She was all green with the green saliva spat out by them. Her skin burned with rashes yet she, being a loyal friend, stood between the slimy creatures and Reyne, protecting her best friend

I sit on the couch, and Elora starts disinfecting the scratch on my side and then moves on to the one on my face. “Who did this?” She frowned, doing her job. “A werewolf, he calls himself by the name Chameleon, that’s all he told me and we were busy with having a tea.” “Aren’t you funny...what are you going to do?” She asked. “I’m going with a team looking for there; Darren is busy preparing the other packs for the upcoming war as well.” “Did he sound like a Silver man to you?” “I can’t tell, he just said he was paid to follow me. He must be many years older than me if he could hurt me like that...ouch!” I scream a little in pain when she, unfortunately, presses me.