Arkham Knight Ivy Novels & Stories

Anger burns within Jacob, and he picks up his goblet and smashes it against the wall. "Fine, let Alexander have his way for a little longer," he murmurs, his voice bitter. "Soon, the kingdom will belong to me and nobody else.” The thought is the only thing soothing his burning heart. ____________________ Ivy’s POV I don’t even know how long I’ve been crying. The tears blur everything; clouding my thoughts, drowning my mind. They won’t stop, no matter how hard I try to keep them in. I wipe my face with the back of my sleeve, but it doesn’t help. I’m a mess.

Jumping down the kitchen aisle, I put the tools I'd borrowed from the guard earlier and head out of the kitchen to go directly to his room, avoiding stepping on the glass pieces spread over the floor. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take the stairs and push the door open of his room, revealing the broken furniture and the dark-colored scheme of his room, which has me pull open the door by the doorknob all the way to step inside, and air knocks on my lung when my eyes find him sitting on the floor, pressing the barrel of his gun below his throat! "Oh, my god! Lincoln! No!" I shriek in horror. He looks startled at my scream, and his eyes snap at me; it scares me how dark and gloomy his eye

He does not hesitate. He bursts in. Inside, Ivy is slumped against a wall. Her clothes are torn, dirty, hanging off her. Blood smears her skin, a dark echo of bruises. Her hair is damp with sweat. She is barely conscious, lips trembling, eyes half-closed. Eve steps forward, clapping slowly. “Ah, here he comes. The savior. My, my, Damien Voss. Always the hero. And you are just in time to watch your little pet fall apart.”

Elsa was saying something but her voice was really low, so she listened attentively to hear what it was, this didn't stop their walking though. "A... coff--" she stopped for breath. "What?" Ivy asked, still leading them towards the door. She wished they could go faster. What if the Butler was coming back already! Today better be one of her lucky days, or else... "I came out from a coffin." Ivy stopped instantly, blinking as she looked up at her friend, dumbfounded. Damn! She must have hit her head against something really hard. She had better get her to an hospital quickly. "The real doctors will fix you soon, don't worry."

Kayla said half-joking. “I will! This is enough for me to work on.” Ivy folds the paper and hides it. “Really? You are going there yourself?” Kayla ask in surprise. “What? I am no wimp to sit around waiting for my prey to come to me, instead I go to it and squeeze the life out of it.” She made a reference with her napkin. “What are you going to do when you see Cherry?” Kayla ask. “I’ll burn her. And that thing she carries. I will burn them to the ground…” Ivy spoke like a crazy woman. Kayla eyes widen in shock, she was not expecting such answer and neither did she want to get involved with murder.

--------------------------------------------------- ~ Ethan ~ The drive to Knight Manor was completely quiet. Ivy sat in the passenger seat of my SUV, her face turned toward the side window. She clutched her small cardboard box tightly against her chest, her knuckles turning white against the brown paper. She looked so small hidden inside the oversized jacket Clara had given her.

"Hey, sweetheart. We're here to help you." The child looked up, and Wren felt something in her chest crack entirely at the sight of eyes that carried, unmistakably, the same particular silver-flecked darkness she saw in her own reflection — the specific mark, Ezra had once explained, of Nightshade blood running especially strong and true. "What's your name?" Wren asked, working the lock with hands gone suddenly, dangerously unsteady. "Ivy," the child whispered, barely audible. "My name is Ivy."

No deception. Selene. That name. It didn’t feel real. I have been Ivy Martin for seventeen years. Eighteen now, actually, but who’s counting? Ivy was all I knew. Ivy was the girl they kicked. The girl they whispered about. The girl whose own mate shattered her like she was nothing and walked away without looking back. I’m the girl who’s never wanted. So how can I possibly be his sister? “I’m sorry…I think you really got the wrong person.” My voice trailed off as I tried to get out of the bed with great difficulty.

he moved and wrapped a hand around his neck, squeezing until he couldn't breath, until he was at the verge of passing out. “Vorath!!" The voice cut through the air and the Darkforce stilled. It slowly turned to Ivy who was standing at the edge of the clearing, with hair silver and eyes glowing white. Her body was marked with ancient glowing sigils and spells with her hands slightly held up. Magic curled around her fingers like it was a living thing, making her more ethereal to look at. "I've been waiting for you.” She said calmly. The Darkforce shifted with interest. "Finally a moon veiler to spice things up" he mummered.

My name is Ivy, nice to meet you", she said, hanging her hand out to me. I shook it. " Nice to meet you, Ivy", I told her, smiling. " Good luck today Ember", Jax called to me before his eyes set on Ivy, who just looked at him and blushed. He winked at her and went along his way. Ivy is a real beauty. She was black, with pretty brown locks with purple tips on the ends. It was braided in a crown pinned around her head. Her eyes were a beautiful honey color. She looked really young. I was wondering what the age limit was here.