Arkham Knight Ivy Novels & Stories

IVY. I was almost startled out of my skin by the calm funny voice that cut through my self-pity. My head jerked up and my breath caught my tear-streaked face, likely looking like a snotty startled raccoon. Ivette was standing there seemingly emerging from the shadows themselves. She was as usual a vision in an almost comical Goth-chic ensemble: long raven hair black as a night without the moon fell around her framing a face with precise black mascara and lipstick that somehow managed to be dramatic without being clownish.

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

I almost mirrored him until Ivy lifted her head. I exhaled sharply, grounding myself before I turned toward Ivy. She still hadn’t moved. She stood in the echo of the altar, arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted downward. But her body vibrated with tension. “Ivy,” I said softly. That broke her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine, and for a heartbeat, just one flicker in the wavering light, I saw it. Violet. Not her usual warm brown or the wolf’s amber. But violet fire, glowing from deep within her irises before fading back into mortal color.

“Thank you?” She clapped her hands together, beaming. “You’re welcome!” Then, with an exaggerated flick of her hair, she added, “I’m Raya Nightbane, healer extraordinaire and a proud member of the prestigious Nightbane family. But please, no need to fawn over me.” "I’m Ivy," I said cautiously. "And how exactly did I get here?" I slowly lowered the fire poker as I realized she wasn’t a threat. Still, I kept my guard up—weak wolves were never truly safe, even from the smallest dangers.

But I wasn’t listening. Because Ivy walked in. She stood just inside the chamber, not interrupting. But everyone saw her. How could they not? She wore simple black. Her hair pulled into a loose braid, wild strands framing her face. She didn’t look like a girl caught between choices. She looked like someone who had made one. And for a second, I thought she might be here for me. But her eyes scanned the room, landing on my father. Then on Halric. And finally, on me.

('I WILL LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY BECAUSE THE AXEL I KNOW WILL NEVER. My door opened and Ivy peeked with her cute little head "Batman are you in?". Sabastien Chuckled ('BATMAN? THIS NEVER GETS OLD'). "Yes Ivy you can come in". She jogged inside happily and sat on her favorite couch "Does Ivy's batman know what time it is?". "He does but I thought ivy promised her batman that she was not going to call him Batman when she was with him". She put her hands over her mouth "Ooppppsi......Sorry".

The air held the iron tang of blood and something herbal, something Morrigan had burned earlier that hadn't fully cleared. Ivy lay against the pillows with one hand pressed flat against her own stomach. Her breathing had steadied but her body hadn't caught up yet. She could feel the hollowness where something had been drawn out of her, not just the child but something older and deeper, a cold that sat beneath her skin and wouldn't shift. She looked up at the ceiling. Eleven water stains spread across the plaster in uneven shapes. She had named them years ago, each one after a girl she had dealt with at the academy. The eleventh was the largest. She had named it Sienna. She always looked at t

Suspended within it, curled like a fetus… was her. Another Ivy. Pale. Eyes closed. Tubes snaking into her spine. My stomach twisted. Ivy stepped forward, stunned. “That’s me.” “No,” I said, voice sharp. “That’s what they tried to make you.” She turned to me. “She looks older.” Clara’s voice came through our comms: “That’s because she’s from an earlier batch. Nyx V.3. You’re V.5, Ivy.” “Why did they keep her?” I asked.

The seat faced away from the entrance, toward something hidden beyond normal perception. The Fifth Trial: The Void Throne. To claim the Soulstone's full power, you must sacrifice what you love most. The instruction presented a paradox. The previous trials had systematically stripped away capacity for love, for human connection, for anything beyond focused purpose. What could possibly remain to sacrifice? The Shadow Knight approached the throne cautiously. As he circled to its front, he saw what the seat faced: a window or perhaps doorway that opened onto scenes from his past. Through this portal, he could see Lyanna in her cell, still alive but broken by torture and grief. She knelt in praye

“You’ll be right here?” “Always.” The words came out low, rough, and true. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was thick with everything they’d survived, everything still coming. Then Killian reached forward and hit the red button. The camera light blinked to life. Ivy inhaled, steady, her gaze lifting to meet the lens. “My name is Ivy Lancaster,” she began, her voice clear, unwavering. “And everything you’ve been told about me is a lie.”