Elden Ring Worm Face Novels & Stories

Glenn groans loudly and the vampires are so startled that they take a step back. The little wolf is no bigger than a border collie, but her light brown fur is patchy, showing large areas of unhealthy, mottled skin, not a single one of her four limbs are the same length, making it difficult for her to balance. Her snout is only half-formed, and her teeth are too large for her mouth so she can’t close it. She stares at us through half-blind eyes, her swollen tongue lolling out of her mouth. She shifts back and gives me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. It hurts.”

I commanded, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. Jason, Eden, and I followed the guard through the labyrinthine corridors, the torchlight flickering ominously against the walls. When we arrived at the infirmary, the sight that greeted us was one of controlled chaos. Healers moved with swift precision, but it was Elara who drew my gaze. Her once vibrant aura was dim, her body marred with deep lacerations and the unmistakable puncture wounds of werewolf bites. Her breathing was shallow, pained whimpers escaping her lips with each exhale. My friend, my confidant, lay broken before me.

She flipped through a file that she had brought in earlier and her furrowed brows told me that this matter was definitely not simple in any way. It was rare for a werewolf to be sick, even if it's a young one, Bellezza's condition was baffling. The Doctor closed the file and took a deep breath before speaking up slowly. "Erythema multiforme minor is a mild form of the condition that only affects your skin and causes a rash. From the test result, she is suffering from a minor case of Eythema multiforme and after taking the necessary precautions and treatments, it only takes a week for it to clear up. The symptoms that she is having might be because of her physique as a werewolf and probably,

For a moment her face was hidden by her messy light brown hair, but then she looked up to reveal her face. His sharp dark green eyes scanned my face then turned to the face of the child in my arms. At this close distance I could see a wound on one of his eyebrows which was still bleeding a little. And from this close distance I can smell its unique aroma; this man is a werewolf, and he has a very strong aura similar to Alex. Those green eyes returned to my face, then I realized that He was waiting for my answer. "Thank you" I muttered hoarsely.

What kind of skin are they have? EL's face had no reaction. It was as if he was just bitten by a toothless puppy. I stared at him with his hand still in my mouth. He responded me with a smile. So, I put more force on my bite. Find a softer part and bit him again. Still nothing. Until I just let go of it. I give up. Human really don’t have a chance to harm them. This is overwhelming.

I said stiffly, reaching for the door handle. "If you walk out that door," he called after me, "I'm throwing those damn rabbits of yours into the snow." I froze. "What rabbits?" "The ones Martha brought up here yesterday. Said they needed 'mountain air' to recover fully." He scratched irritably at his neck. "My wolf's been having allergic reactions ever since." So that was the mark on his neck—not a claiming bite but a reaction to the rabbits. Relief washed over me, followed immediately by irritation at my own reaction. What did it matter if Clara had marked him? We were separating soon anyway.

Aunt LIL asked me "Her fur is all-white with black around the ears and green eyes. She is beautiful and different. I have never seen a wolf like her," I said "What do you mean?" Aunt Lil asked "Her wolf's fur has a five-star pentagram symbol on her right cheek that is gold," I said "That is weird; I have never seen a wolf with a witch symbol on them." Aunt Lil said "Is something wrong with me?" Rose asked worriedly "Of course not, Flower. It is just different," I said reassuringly.

He pushed some hair from my face and leaned in for another kiss. “I should get checked out by Doctor Roberts,” I said quickly and he stopped and looked at me. He ran his fingers over the claw marks on my face. They were on their way to being mostly healed but it would take longer since the damage was caused by werewolf's claws. Elias growled low in his throat, but then smiled again. “That seems like a good idea,” he said. “I’ll come with you.”

“I- wait, no I just-” CRUNCH The two of them held eye contact for a moment. Around them, the red landscape suddenly felt like it had shrunk around them as their werewolf senses kicked in. Eli was the first to break eye contact, looking over Archer’s shoulder. Their eyes widen. “Shit,” they whisper. “What was it? Was Ariadne listening?” Archer asked. “No, fuck, Archer, smell the air,” Eli said. Archer frowned but did as he was told. Turpentine.

Ciel was mounting an enormous deer as well, but its coat was a light grey. The raven Elf silently examined me from head to toe then signaled one of the guards. "They reek of werewolf scum..." a snobby pout stretched his lips down into a frown. Another snarky Elf to deal with... Great. I frowned as well, insulted. "We don't wish any harm." I replied, which caused the Elf's eyes to grow wide. He seemed... surprised. Weird, has he never met a or even spoke to a werewolf before or what?