Elden Ring Worm Face Novels & Stories

“A toxic fog in the northern woods. One of them got too close.” Elena moved closer, her gaze fixed on Harlan. Her wolf stirred within her, the bond between them humming with unease. “Can we save him?” she asked softly. The pack’s healer, an older wolf named Lysara, shook her head. “He’s fading fast,” she said. “Whatever he inhaled is breaking him down from the inside. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever treated.” Elena’s chest tightened, and she turned to Ren. “We have to figure out what this is. If it spreads, it could kill everything in its path.”

The nerve. “You were obviously eavesdropping and peeking… right outside my door.” I chinned up and moved in his face. “Well, I wanted to tell you Lior’s rashes were back but you don’t care as you were so busy trying to get in Zuri’s—“ I see a flash of his wolf, “Finish that sentence, Elara…” he said, moving so close to my face that if I tilt my head, our lips would touch. I gulp and back away. “Lior’s rash is back.” He straightens. “He’s asleep right now but I’m taking him to my mom.”

[Seller: Dear witch, if you have any questions regarding the care of your werewolf, please consult the Werewolf Domestication Guide included with your order. [Seller: Oh, my apologies. The system shows your shipment was sent out in a hurry, and it seems we forgot to include it.] I sighed and replied quickly: [Me: It's fine, just send me a copy. But I don't have time to read a guide right now. His core temperature is absurdly high, it feels dangerous, and physical cooling isn't working.] [Seller: Besides the elevated temperature, could you please describe any other symptoms?] [Me: There's a rumbling sound in his throat, like an overheating engine. He's very agitated, and his eyes are incredib

I continued to inquire from him but the growl was becoming more intense and I retracted my steps. I finally got to see a part of his face and my eyes widened at the sight. The side of his face was burnt and his teeth stuck out from the side -- it was as if his lips had been ripped off. His facial features were the most horrid thing that I have ever seen in my entire life. That was when I got to take a look at his fingers and saw that they weren't fingers but claws instead.

As if summoning the doctor, he comes around the corner and pulls me aside. Tamara comes closer, and steps into my space. I ignore her as the doctor does as well. “Alpha, your friend has swallowed water. We had to pump it out to ensure she does not incur a lung infection. Her chest will be sore, and she will need to take antibiotics to avoid an infection given she swallowed lake water. There are always contaminants in the water, that can be dangerous to a wolf if they swallow large amounts,” he shares with me.

And in the corner, coiled like it had been expecting us, there it was. The feral. Bigger than anything I'd ever seen. It's fur the colour of something rotting quietly from the inside. Eyes completely white, no iris in sight(get it?), nothing, and black ooze dripping from its muzzle in slow, deliberate drops. It lunged before anyone could say a single word about it. Rylan hit it mid-air. The crack rattled the walls. Torin shifted and flanked it low and fast, and my wolf clawed upward through my skin, not fully, just enough. Claws. Speed. Her vision bleeding into the edges of mine.

Ellen feel worried and scared. She had a really sore neck with teeth markings, just like all the other patients who had been brought in, who were suspected of animal attacks. The sore was getting worse, even though she was not feeling the pain as much, but she was gradually dying. Her skin was becoming thinner and lighter, and the veins in her neck were now clearly visible to the eyes.

“What about your eye?” I asked Ellen, she looked at me with shame. “Ah. Well, it seems the forest wanted to keep a piece of me…” Both Bella and I gasped as Ellen pulled up her right eyelid, showing just flesh left. “It’s okay, it doesn’t really hurt. Thanks to the wolf blood I think it’s already basically healed. Guess I was lucky the tree pulled it out…” “Ellen…” I stammered not sure what to say, she just shrugged before turning to collect the bag she had thrown. Forcing me to remember that needle.

"She's burning up. This isn't normal." The door burst open as Dr. Alex Walker rushed in, his white coat flapping behind him. The doctor was in his forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp, observant eyes that missed nothing. "Move aside," he ordered, his authoritative tone brooking no argument even from the son of the former Alpha King. He crouched beside Elara, checking her pulse and lifting her eyelids. What he saw made him curse under his breath. "She's experiencing severe wolf-fever," Dr. Walker announced, his voice clinical but with an undercurrent of concern. "Her wolf form is collapsing from prolonged silver exposure."

He winked and her and her cheeks flushed red. "Do you have aid box? I want to fix your Injury?" Elsa said and stared at his hand. "No, Barbie doll. Don't worry about this, I'll be fine" Radon said. "The wound will get infected, I know it's normal for you to fight and end up getting hurt. But just let me treat this wound and stop going around fighting, you'll get hurt" Elsa said. She couldn't help it,he's too hot and her head is filled with images of him shirtless.