Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

“No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.” “Yea..." he looked away before changing the subject. “The Songbird Contest is this Tuesday, isn’t it?” “Yea, how’d you know I was participating?” He just smiled mysteriously. Ivanka was walking her dog Timothy when she saw a Harley Davidson screech to a halt and the guy riding it removed his helmet. He was tall and had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a V-neck black shirt and black jeans. He was the typical bad boy, with tattoos and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. She shrugged and walked away.

"Oh…I forgot about you for a second there. Yes, we are close ( the girl looked at her wristwatch) shit! Time got away from us, we should hurry, Alpha Ryan has Zero tolerance for tardiness. You are an Alpha blood, right or maybe a beta…you have to be one to be a poison ivy. My name is Chastity. I am a level 1 ivy" I frowned. (Chas! Where is Aniston? You are three minutes late! And we only have a few minutes till the Alpha gets here) Hearing someone's voice in our head made Chas grab my hand and she pulled. Soon, we entered into what looked like a youth center and walked towards an open field. "What's poison ivy?" I asked again. "We are elite warrior wolves handpicked by the Alpha of the pack.

"Lots of voices actually." The girl didn't seem to mind his random chatter and nodded thoughtfully. "Holly is barbed, has berries as red as blood and poisons the blood if consumed. Ivy chokes and kills others in its way. They are seen as lucky in your whimsical world but they are cruel. And those attributes are used in dark magic." She looked over his shoulder and into the darkness. The trees waved but no breeze touched them and her eyes became even sterner.

"Zion?" "I killed him, Ivy." "You killed who?" I asked. "I killed James."

She tried to warn his son of the danger of the violet poison, but Drake ignored her, he couldn't think straight at the moment and kept attacking everyone who stood in his way. The Moon Goddess had favored the Luna of Violet pack, Viviane Violet, with the violet poison. The poison that could paralyze the enemies in an instance and kill them as soon it reached their heart. Viviane was able to bestow all violet men with violet poison in their claws, which made the Violet pack one of the deadliest packs in the world. One of them managed to scratch Drake’s arm while he was trying to pursue Zack. Leaving a scratch mark on Drake’s skin. But Drake ignored the wound and kept punching whoever came to

“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

Cain knelt on the ground, shaking. A far cry from the man who'd stood tall and proud accepting the Northern Territory in my past life. But he didn't admit fault. He started to defend himself. "Alpha King, I failed to keep the vampires out of the pack — that much is my fault. But I'm being framed. Ivy's mother was a heretic Healer cast out by the Pack Alliance. Her healing magic is of unknown origin — it may well be tainted with vampire blood magic." He lifted his head, voice urgent.

In a single night, she had been hunted, humiliated, rejected, and now, poisoned in the house that was supposed to be her sanctuary. A heavy, raspy breath at the door made me snap my head around. Quinn stood there, his knuckles white, his face a mask of jagged fury. "What have you done to her?" he demanded. "Right question, Wrong Person, Quinn. Ask your idol of a father. He’s the one who serves hemlock for dinner." "Step away from her, Xavier." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I didn't move. "The girl has been poisoned in this house. My concern is for the healer, not your temper."

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

CHAPTER TWO | POISON IVY IVY KING After my speech of random meaningless words, the whole cafeteria went unusually silent. The sound of a pin dropping would have been clearly heard with how silent it was. The girl from earlier, Victoria, suddenly stood up and yelled. “The chick is a fucking freak. She called herself poison Ivy earlier." That was how I got the nickname ‘Poison Ivy.' Apparently, my presence and existence in this world irritates people and everyone needs to stay away from me.