Elden Ring Worm Face Novels & Stories

'Leastways, we can dance our way through this one', I mutter and Sirgil barks. Just then, one of them snarls with surprise and tumbles down the slope with a wolf atop him. When they both roll to a stop, Edril pulls himself upright, and shakes his black snout. He looks at me with xanthous eyes and growls, 'You're one sonofabitch, you know that?'

Alpha’s breath came shallow, Beta whined low in his throat, and Gamma twitched as if still biting at phantom jaws. “You’re okay,” Ellie whispered, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “You’re okay because you’re too stubborn to be anything else.” She tore a strip from her sleeve, pressing it against the blood matting his flank. The fabric hissed faintly where venom had scorched his skin. He shuddered but did not pull away. All three heads leaned into her touch—Alpha stoic, Beta watchful, Gamma licking her wrist as though defying pain itself.

She had about twenty-eight giant fleas and about five hundred tiny, normal-sized fleas. As for Pearl, she had mites instead— but not that much. Felix, Asha, Pearl, Forsjá, and Dómr are almost immaculate— especially Dómr, he had no fleas at all. For their teeth, Fylgja had the worst ones. There was even some broken tooth— Principal had to perform an operation to clean and restore her giant teeth. Once again, Dómr had the healthiest teeth among them. He barely had any foul breath at all— unlike Fylgja's deceased father.

She gasped when he heard the voice from somewhere, she turned around because of it there was no one else here except another with that lizard. "Who are you! Get out" she shouted again but no one came out and showed up to her, fortunately she immediately looked up at the tall tree where the other one was. His face was cracked, only red eyes could be seen from it and his mouth was torn with black liquid coming out and was accompanied by many worms from it, followed by flies because of the smell. She immediately wiped the black liquid fell on her it was full of black worms that still had horns because of its sizes.

Legendary. They were called War Wolves. If a human ever encountered such a Werewolf without proper precautions and security around….. run. His blonde short hair fell on his thick blonde eyebrows, and his fair eyebrows swept up and down at Oliviér. The limpid expression slowly twisted into a stone-cold one. Elizabeth observed as the veins on the side of his neck popped when his jaw ticked, teeth obviously grinding behind his thin pale pink lips.

I tilted my head sharply in the direction, just in time to see a werewolf in wrinkled, patched clothing crouching above my head. The foul stench from his body made me feel nauseous and lightheaded. His beard was long, down to his chest, and without a doubt, is infested by fleas. “Ah, the beauty is awake.” He chuckled widely, baring out his yellow, meat stained teeth. I held my breath in disgust; his breath drove me damn near death itself. I quickly turn my face away, but not fast enough to avoid his finger from brushing against my skin. The feel of his rough, dirty finger touching my face caused me to shudder. I shot back a glare and spat in his face in return.

I want to vomit. The beast slowly emerged from his hiding place. Its head is big and it has manes like that of a lion. It has four round ugly black eyes, a mouth with long sharp yellowish fang, pointed ears, and a dog nose. I observed that it has a sharply pointed tail that wiggles slowly as if evaluating my reaction. Its body is covered with black fur, but there are ugly gape holes on its body. I guess that's where the tentacles come out.

"Maybe it was just-" A force hits my side and sends me spinning to the ground. Cold and wet earth weaves itself into my fur. My jaw bounces as I come to a halt. The growl sounds again. I push myself up as an ache forms in my jaw. A wolf with an inky black fur, greasy in appearance, snarls at me. The left side of its face and body have no fur, instead veins protrude. And the eye on that side seems to sink deeper into its face. 'Karlin?' He doesn't respond.

Zade is also allergic to silver very badly. I once brought him a small ring of silver and put it on. Within minutes he was covered with rashes and didn't get out of bed for good two weeks. It happened a year ago after his third birthday. Since then, Turley and I are taking good care of him as we also read articles and important books about werewolves and what can be harmful to them and their pups. "Jade," I looked up from the apple pieces to Turley. She had Zade hugging her neck while she held him like a baby monkey. Her black skin glowed even brighter when she walked into the line of intensifying sunray, coming from the window above the sink.

A tirade of horrid thoughts flowed into my mind but I couldn't even try to wade them off. I checked for her pulse and realised she was still breathing, but it was in shallow intake. That was when I noticed it. It was from her tongue, it was swollen and turning pale. Something was terribly wrong. I tried to look over at her whole body, then I saw an opening at the base of her neck. Just then, my wolf instincts grabbed hold of my thoughts. It was no headache. It was a vicious worm made from dark magic. How didn't I think of that fast??