Novel & Cerita Harley X Poison Ivy

Pitch black blood leaked out of their orifices as they collapsed to the ground, completely paralyzed. As it turned out, the mist was highly toxic! Whoever came in contact with it would surely die an instant death! Harvey frowned at the sight. Poison like this was far too potent. It was impossible for an ordinary person to counter it! Without a second thought, Harvey exclaimed loudly, “Cover your faces with wet clothes! Do not inhale the mist no matter what!” Harvey grabbed some tissue to cover his face as he was speaking. In reality, he wasn’t that afraid of the poison mist.

Once we were out of the room, he took off his mask and I did the same. "Why does that place smell terribly of yellow wolfsbane?" I asked as I took in the slightly fresh air that hadn't been contaminated with the stench of the poison. "We found the bottle in her cupboard like her parents had said but it seemed like someone else had gone in there to tamper with it," Selah. "How?" "That bottle is crazily concentrated with poison ivy and yellow wolfsbane, a very dangerous compound. If she had taken it in the bathroom, she would have been paralyzed instantly. She wouldn't have been able to cross the threshold of her bathroom."

That's it, get the fuck out of my room right now,” Burke interrupted Harley before she could complete her statement. “I told you not to say a fucking word and allow me to talk," I yelled at her, as I stood up from Burke's bed. “Think about it," I said, before going through his window. Climbing down four floors was simple for me because I had always climbed trees, so in less than thirty minutes I was already done climbing down. Harley was also done; she wore a face mask and glasses as a disguise; although people would think it's because of the syndrome flying in the air, Harley and I are immune to it because it was our blood that the witches used to make the syndrome.

Harley encouraged Ivy, her voice filled with warmth. With closed eyes and a serene smile, Ivy took a moment to gather her thoughts. Her wish carried the weight of dreams, aspirations, and the boundless love she had received. As she blew out the candles, the room erupted in applause—a collective cheer for the joyous years behind and the promising ones ahead. Later in the evening, Xaveir and Harley found a quiet moment on the porch. The gentle hum of laughter and the soft glow of fairy lights created an enchanting backdrop. Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining just as they had on that life-altering night in the hospital.

When at a later time, there were two forms of toxin one to alpha a man who could use either a blood transfusion or drink the very blood of those who were using the drug. There was the omega who would be a woman, would be two forms of the same drugs from a red-haired woman called Poison Ivy, the idiotic and hilarious version of Poison Ivy, Scarecrow and Joker, and those who didn't need to be in the heat she would induce a heat. Just like a heat simulating the hormonal mating of an animal and menstruation, it lasted seven days and was the same as a contagious disease, in addition to causing hallucinations, it was what seemed to be the perfect union of Poison Ivy plants and their aphrodisiacs.

But here, in the dim, flickering light of the dying fire, he looked up at Ivy with eyes that were no longer just golden; they were shattered. The scratches on his arm, where Ivy’s nails had carved into his skin during the peak of their visceral union, were not glowing with magic—they were weeping a dark, sluggish fluid that seemed to drain the very iron from his resolve. The "poison" Ivy had mentioned wasn't a supernatural curse; it was a potent, concentrated sedative found in the hidden compartment of the 1890 box, a "last resort" the first Isabella had prepared for a Moretti who refused to be tamed.

I was well aware what kind of a woman Harley was, she wasn't just about empty talks, however, she was the one who had attacked me first, and I wasn't going to back off now. Smirking at her I said, "I don't know which type of drug you are high on these days Harley, and if not drugs I suggest you seek help, for you are hallucinating I guess. Also, Vivian will be the happiest if Leonel finally leaves her, but I guess that's not happening. FYI Harley, it's not Reux, it's Eriantha Karwitz." I glared back at her, "And making friends or enemies out of home wrecking hoes is beneath me."

I asked as I shifted to her slightly, narrowing my brows. She scoffed. "Mind your business.” “What was that?” I ask again, trailing my gaze to her clutched hand. “It’s none of your—" I lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. Prying her fingers open as she struggled. A tiny glass bottle slipped out of her hands and clinked against the cave floor. I bent and picked it up and gasped. “Poison ivy,” I peered at her. "This is poison ivy.” Morgana blinked, stunned. “That’s impossible. Poison Ivy was destroyed a thousand years ago.”

Harley said, her piercing gaze sweeping across the room as she quickly identified their potential clients, she approached a group of men, oozing confidence as she played her part, "Good evening, gentlemen," she purred, flashing a seductive smile, "looking for something special tonight?" Harley asked, The men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed, they were well aware of the reputation Ricardo's kingdom held, and they were eager to get a taste of the forbidden, "We heard you have the best quality," one of the men replied, his voice laced with excitement. "What do you have for us?" the man asked, Harley reached into her bag, revealing a small vial filled with a powdery substance, "Th

Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend.