Elden Ring Worm Face Novels & Stories

“Funga...?” “Fungalstopsis,” she repeated. “It’s actually quite common in young wolf pups. They pick it up in their fur, and when they shift back to human form, they bring it back into their bodies. He needs antibiotics, but he’ll be fine.” Jade made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t so sure. “Leo?” I asked, but he was clearly relieved. “This is good news, Ava,” he told me, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead. “I had it when I was a kid, too.”

Akira had been injured and I was trying all I could to control the angry storm inside of me. The pack's doctor was tending to her face which Elora had used her claws to scratch. I frowned, tapping my legs impatiently when the doctor appeared. I rushed over to him. "How is she doing?" I asked curiously and he used the back of his hand to wipe the beads of sweat that formed on his face. "She will be fine, but the injuries on her face would take time to heal unless her wolf can heal it up completely otherwise the scar would be left on her face," he explained.

Eventually, as the sun was rising, Fenris finally led the horse to slow down by the river because the natural source of water protected against dark magic. He got down from his horse and helped me down, his face clouded with concern. He hugged me, inspecting me for any trace of the red infection. “Do you know that you are all right, Elara? This red color. It attempted to infect your Inner Wolf,” he said as he ran his hands all over my limbs and back. “I felt it,” I admitted, shuddering against his warm body. “It was cold, mean power. My Lumina Mark deflected it, but it weakened me.” I leaned my head on his neck, breathing in the soothing aroma of his wolf.

One end had been set up as a medic bay; someone grasping onto the back of their chair as they had brown lotion rubbed into their back. The back wall was made of beautiful black stone which had a crackling fireplace built into it. More people hovered around it to the right, the left corner dominated by Ringo. Her stern face broke into a grin when she saw me, but she didn’t move from her position. She had no trace of Orlando left on her, which only made her white fur glisten under the fire’s basking glow. Her clean-shaven skin around her shoulder had been stitched back together, but there was another patch along the side of her neck; where she had three broken spikes and more black stitches.

Bowden sighs and pushes himself up onto all fours, then sits back on his haunches. If I wasn’t so scared, I’d admire the sight. My eyes fall on a white mark just above his collarbone. It’s in the shape of a Periwinkle, and I'm fairly certain it wasn't there before. “Clara did something to Elowen. Being separated from me shouldn’t have made her that sick that quickly.” This time, I’m not so sure about myself when I say, “She didn’t do anything to me.” I glance at the brand on his shoulder again. “That wasn’t there before, was it?”

The smile slid from his face leaving his features warped with anger. “Me? What’s wrong with you? You are mine. You were made for ME.” Elly rolled her eyes and turned away from him. “You let that dog touch you and you think I was just going to let that go?” She froze on the spot. He was watching her? Darren yanked her tied hand again. When she fell toward him a cloud of powder flew into her face. She gasped and the small particles flew into her nose and mouth. She coughed trying to get it out.

Or else it will get infected. I move over to face the wolf and find it's blazing green eyes looking at me and then growing wide. As if it knows me or something. Soon, I find a hand touching it's furry face. I recognise it to be my own. *************