Arkham Knight Ivy Novels & Stories

“Because you are my sister, I won’t want you to die immediately, so I won’t pour this on the entire building. If you can save yourself, good and fine. But if you can’t, then we will meet again in our next life.” “Lily, no! Please don’t do this. I am sorry. Please give me a second chance. I’m begging you!” Ivy kept pleading while struggling to free her hands tied behind her back. But Lily ignored her. She continued pouring the petrol. When she was done, she gave Ivy one last smile before walking to the warehouse door. “Greet your mom for me when you get to hell. Tell her you were about to make the same mistake she did when she was alive—but the daughter of the woman she destroyed destroyed yo

Atlas, the red eyed alpha shot at the one who remained behind the slab, “For all we know these miscreants could’ve brought us the wrong girl.” “Atlas.” The one to touched my hair chided, “Breathe.” The red eyed Alpha grunted as he went behind the slab, same as the one who cautioned him. They remained silent, still staring at me like I was spoiled goods. “What is your name?” Nik, he had a gentle voice. I couldn’t help but stutter, “Ivy. Ivy Amire.” “Amire?” He raised a brow, “I don’t know of any family with that name.”

“God, Elias, you’re useless. You should’ve retired five years ago.” “You should’ve shut your mouth twenty years ago!” he barked, slamming the laptop closed. “You don’t know anything about business! You think I liked having to call Viktor for a loan? That man sold arms during wartime!” “Maybe he should’ve sold you instead,” Ivy muttered from where she sat cross-legged near the closet, dressed in an oversized hoodie that used to belong to a maid she once screamed at for “breathing too loud.” Her hair was in a greasy bun, and she was trying to scrub a stain off her only pair of leggings.

Dylan picked her up taking her back to Aunt Freda’s house hoping she would have the answers needed to help Ivy. Dylan kicked the door open calling out to Freda as Ivy writhed in pain her skin discoloured her head throbbed. Whimpering wishing she were dead. Freda hearing the commotion rushed up to them her eyes scanned over ivy and widen in shock. “What happened to her?” Freda, she watches ivy as she thrashes about now on the couch. Freda’s eyes filled with concern. Freda’s cool hand rested on Ivy’s head and paused her green eyes shot up to meet Dylan’s. “Her powers. they are here.”

Ivy is 5’5 has long blonde hair and Green eyes, she has a petite figure and is timid but has a golden heart and she cares deeply for those around her. Eighteen-year-old Ivy curled tighter beneath her thin blanket as another draft slipped through the cracked window. Someone banged on her door. “Ivy!” She groaned. “What?” “You’re late again!” She sighed dramatically before throwing the blanket off. “I’m awake.” “Barely.” The voice belonged to Martha, the elderly human woman who had raised every abandoned pup the Blackridge Pack had ever taken in. Ivy smiled despite herself. “Coming.” She dressed quickly in faded jeans, worn boots and an oversized jumper she’d repaired so many times she could n

"We need to frame them properly. Unless you plan on eating it for dinner?" "My Lady, can we please commit our crimes with a little more discretion?" Ivy whined, digging into her sleeve. She pulled out a small vial containing the deadly, rare toxin she had previously dusted onto the gift box. She slammed it onto the table. "Careful with that!" Ivy warned Zane as he reached for it. "One whiff and you'll be coughing up blood. It attacks the wolf's healing factor. If you don't have the antidote, you're dead."

Taking off the crown, she shoved it back to him as if it were something filthy. "Alpha Kyle, please show some restraint." Ivy held her head high. Her eyes shone with a hint of pride. "I'm a sinner from a defeated pack. I'm not fit to touch a sacred relic. Besides, it's been worn for nine years. I don't like used things." She took a step back, putting on a flawless display of dignity before the entire pack. Kyle froze for a moment. Then, his gaze intensified. He looked as if he was even more captivated by her. "If it's no longer clean…"

She left her room and tiptoed to the kitchen where she made herself coffee before sitting in the dark living room to drink it. "Hmm tastes good" She said reminiscing on today's scenario. "Raphael" She chuckled on saying that name. She had been the architect to the disappearance of their vamps but the blame could be on the memebers of the alliance. She's exactly the badass in the game and by now someone should have known what she was but what exactly? Raven or Raven's cohort? She turned on her laptop and surfed through the Internet for a while before writing an article against Carly. "I wonder if I am doing this for myself alone or for Luca as well. Pttff! I won't believe Luca is exactly diff