How Did Poison Ivy Become Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

She kept muttering, "it hurts, it hurts." "What happened Jeff?" Loney stared daggers at Doctor Jeff, who was getting upset but held it in. He wasn't ready to tell him till he was sure of his findings. "I need to examine her clothes to be sure," he said and stepped out of his office. After a few hours, the itch had stopped due to the medication but the blisters were all red and wild. "It's the reaction from an oily resin called urushiol. It's from the plant, poison ivy." Doctor Jeff confirmed his findings.

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.”

She began to wash her arm and chest, “don’t worry Zipporah, you’ll heal up in a few days. I have a herb brewing just for you.” “Thank you.” Then she frowned, “how did you know my name?” “Oh you told me.” “No I didn’t, I would have asked for yours afterwards. I don’t know it.” “Silly me, I’m Ivy. Short for Vivian but I’ve always hated that name, my mother loved it but she was a bitch.” Even as she said that, there was a smile on her lips. “That’s terrible. Did she hurt you?” Remembering her place, she apologized. “Sorry if that’s too personal to ask.”

“On that account, I have reached the decision that I won’t give you those portions again. You are of no use to me, so I won’t be wasting my resources on you.” Many years ago, while Ivy lived in Silas’s mansion as a maid, she had been poisoned. The poison didn’t kill immediately. It made her weak and left her skin itchy… and she had to use an expensive and rare potion monthly—one only Silas had access to. That was how he controlled her. Since the poison was added to her food, Ivy developed Cibophobia—a phobia for food due to past trauma . The only food she could bring herself to eat was packaged food from the convenience store.

Serena asked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “The claws weren’t ordinary. They were coated with poison ivy.” “Poison ivy?” I repeated, feeling a lump in my throat. “This isn’t just any poison ivy,” the doctor explained, his voice steady but urgent. “It’s a variant designed to weaken an Alpha’s immune system. His body’s natural healing is compromised. If we don’t act fast, the poison will spread, and he’ll lose more blood.” “What can you do?” I asked quickly, stepping closer.

"What's the matter, Liv?" Olivia shifted her gaze away from the flowers. "I'm just curious. I didn't expect to see purple ivies in a place like this." "True, they're quite rare. Are they edible?" "The flowers and leaves can be turned into poison after they're dried, but the vines are poisonous. "Purple ivies are quite picky about their environment, so for now, they still can't be cultivated artificially. They only appear on cliffs." Ethan asked, "Do you want them?"

Ivy felt rage swim through her veins, her heart thrashed in her chest her mind a jumble of thoughts that echoed in her brain. She stormed out of the house and ran into the greenhouse; she wasn’t sure why there but her feet took her there before her brain could catch up. looking at all the plants available with the thought of waking her father and leaving this island and never returning. Repeating through her mind. Her determination fuelled her, her love for her father warmed her and guided her to what looked like poison ivy but had bunches of small red berries were in groups with five flat leaves.

It was entertaining to watch Delilah’s vindictive side come out. It wasn’t until Lia’s coughing on the poison ivy became muffled screams. I rolled my eyes and looked away from Delilah to realize it wasn’t just poison ivy now. Delilah held true to what she said outside. She had wolfsbane growing on the poison ivy vines. Lia’s mouth was burning from the exposure.

Jace said as he kept looking over my shoulder. “Each plants does something different to the body. When mixed together, they do additional things. So, you mix poison ivy with mushrooms to create a paste. When that paste is applied, they will break out into a rash and have intense hallucinations. It takes a day or two for it to develop into their system so if you put it on the door handles….” “Thats…” Jace started.

Poison ivy. “Great,” I muttered, resisting the urge to scratch at the sudden sensation as I stood. I didn’t know that poison ivy could cause a reaction that quickly, but it was already burning like hell. I made a mental note to keep a safe distance from Thea if I saw her anytime soon. But as I continued to stumble through the forest, the burning turned to fiery itching, followed by a strange, throbbing, swelling sensation in my ankle. I kept having to stop and breathe every few moments, resisting the urge to scratch for fear of spreading the infection.