روايات وقصص ضمن Harley Quinn X Poison Ivy

The boy held his head high, declaring with pride beyond his years: "I'm Lucas! Mama told me my Alpha bloodline father is in this sacred hall!" His words struck like thunder, instantly shattering the sacred atmosphere of the bonding ceremony. Five years of exile had left their mark on Ivy. The innocent girl of the past had transformed into a dangerous, mature woman. She moved like a panther—graceful yet lethal—leading her pup toward our altar. I felt Ethan's Alpha pheromones beginning to destabilize. He stared intensely at that familiar little face, his voice emerging hoarse from deep in his throat: "This is impossible... Ivy, this pup..."

Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty. I slowly walked up the stone platform, not even sparing Alexander a glance as I stopped. His expression was tight. "What are you doing, Ivy?" I looked up, my voice ringing clear across the entire square as I said, "I refuse to recognize Lucas Gowling as the successor of the Graystone pack."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Four years had passed, yet their relationship remained stagnant, unable to progress beyond a simple peck on the forehead. Alaric's disdain for Harley was rooted in his memories of their past. He couldn't understand why her scent, once tantalizing, now repulsed him. Desperate to salvage their relationship, Harley turned to the black market, purchasing a powerful aphrodisiac from a foreign national from Country C. Harley navigated the dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. She had heard whispers of a black market vendor selling rare, potent aphrodisiacs. Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks.

His fingers brushed mine briefly, but his expression remained guarded as he flipped through the pages. “The poison is called Xylaraethyxin,” I explained, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat. “It’s rare, but it’s real. It incapacitates people with powers, causes leg paralysis, emotional overload, and unconsciousness. If it’s not detected, it can kill. The only cure is the pigeon milk and scorpion crushed powder.” Lady Elena’s eyes widened, her composure slipping for the first time. “Kiara can't die. The poison will only weaken her.” Jack murmured, and I didn't quite understand what he meant.

She hated pity more than cruelty. At least cruelty was honest. Pity made her feel invisible. ⸻ The Afternoon training grounds echoed with the sounds of clashing weapons and barking orders. After finishing up at the Bakery, Ivy headed towards the Infirmary as Martha had volunteered her to help the pack healer for the week, insisting it would “keep her mind occupied.” Ivy balanced a basket of fresh bandages against her hip as she made her way toward the infirmary. It wasn’t working. Every conversation somehow circled back to birthdays, wolves, or mates.

"Vivienne. Spare me the performances. Don't think sending gifts through Ivy means I'll forgive what you did. Seeing you stoop to this just makes me sick." He turned back to Ivy without another word. The bonfire burned higher as the night wore on. Then, without warning, Ivy let out a sharp, agonized cry. "What's wrong?" Kael went pale and caught her against him. Ivy raised one trembling finger toward me. "It was... it was Vivienne. She gave me a drink earlier... it had ice-bee venom in it. Vivienne, I understand you're jealous because Kael loves me, but why would you do this to my face—"

“He doesn’t want to mate with me.” “Nobody could possibly want to mate with you,” Harley says, obviously provoked. “Who would want to mate with a Moon Caster?” “My mother did.” “Your mother was a whore.” I should have seen that coming. Still, the visceral reaction punches through me, and I jerk against my chains. Harley laughs cruelly. “She deserved what she got,” he says. “Poisoning our whole pack like that. By sleeping with a Moon Caster, she let bad blood in. If you’d been allowed to mate with Kaely, that bad blood would have been passed down.

"Mabel clearly brought that on herself. Brandon and Vivian are childhood sweethearts, but she still insists on coming between them." Vivian, amused by the comments, cast me a guarded glance and then said, "You actually agreed to it so readily, Mabel. You're not thinking of using Brandon to get hold of my photo and then vandalize it, are you?" "I was wondering why Mabel was being so nice for once. It turns out she just wants to ruin the glamor shots Vivian specifically had taken!" "Mabel wouldn't dare!" Brandon Dunn, my boyfriend, snapped as he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me to the ground. He finally loosened his grip once he noticed my face turning purple from suffocation.

There is no chance they'd be able to do what Olivia wants. "I'll see what I can do," Ivy remarks and heads out with Aspen behind her. ** After the last class of the day, Steph heads to her locker. Her path gets blocked by two bodies. Poison Ivy and her puppet. "If it isn't 'the' Stephanie," Ivy snickers, giving Steph a once over. Steph mentally freaks out a little. Why would Poison Ivy be talking to her? And why did she say article 'the' before her name? And with emphasis?