Male Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

The flawless makeup couldn't quite conceal the puffiness around my eyes, and a smudge of eyeliner betrayed the tears i had shed earlier. For a long moment, he simply watched the steady rise and fall of my breathing. He retreated to the doorway, pausing to glance back at the figure in his bed. ***** The following morning my eyes snapped open, mind foggy and head pounding. I was met with a familiar ceiling, but my surroundings were a blur. The scent is clean,not my lavender detergent. It is a neutral, almost hotel like smell... but underneath it, a faint, ghostly trace of a familiar cologne. Something cedar and amber. It is so faint that I dismissed it as a memory triggered by the hangover.

"The girl is a rogue. But we didn’t find much on her asides from the scratch marks and the fact that she was given a high dosage of conium Maculatum(Poison Hemlock)." "You just said conium Maculatum(Poison Hemlock)?" Chad's eyes widened. "That word sounds familiar; I can't really remember where I heard it from," I muttered, trying to calm down my brain to remember. "In the Silverstone pack, conium maculatum is the main source of poison. It's a slow poison that first weakens your wolf, making you vulnerable to all attacks. It stops you from breathing normally. Shit, have you forgotten?" Chad explained, and I saw Andrew looking at him in awe.

Pushing backwards on his chair coasters Mac slowly exhaled, took out his phone and sent a picture to the crime scene investigators. After two minutes his phone buzzed. Poison Hemlock. Conium maculatum. The leaf was a green hand of splendid shiny skin, as if the perfect alien had reached out in gentle friendship. It was as supple as paper, perhaps more so, and in the strong light it was as magnificent as any stained glass.

I saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed, Zoey’s bloody lips. “As l thought she was poisoned but this scent is woodsy”, Zara’s hands began to move over Zoey’s constrictive dress and roamed along her body. I could see her moving her hands over Zoey’s stomach most of the times. “She is not the one being affected by the poison , it was aconitum napellus, since she is a human , she is immune”,

It was like it was trying to regain its lost strength for a very long time. The head pack doctor came to the room and discussed something with me. "What's really the reason for her state? Why is she still sleeping?" I asked. "Poison Ivys are very poisonous to humans, your Majesty. For werewolves, it may only give us upset stomachs but for humans, it is already lethal. She had consumed a large amount and in layman's terms, she should've died at that moment. It's a good thing that you are her mate. You shared with her your strength.

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

Adam picked up Ivy's collar, and his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be able to kill. His first wife died young, and this is his second wife. He has always been very good to Ivy, but he didn't expect Ivy to harm his son! "I said I didn't poison him; I gave him medicine that can cure his illness." Ivy's face was covered with blood, but there was not much fear in her expression when she looked at Adam. "Hehe, it's medicine?" Adam smiled angrily: "I have already sent the powder you told me in food for examination, it is a chronic poison!" Do you still have to quibble?!

She is a badass, and she wants nothing more than to sink her claws and teeth into Ashti and Briell. But I have to make sure she keeps being hidden for now. No one here knows of my “tendencies” as my family calls them, no one besides the devils I live with that is. The Poison Ivy also represents how I was born first, but does nothing but bring misery and tragedy to everyone I come into contact with. Or so they say.

"We need to frame them properly. Unless you plan on eating it for dinner?" "My Lady, can we please commit our crimes with a little more discretion?" Ivy whined, digging into her sleeve. She pulled out a small vial containing the deadly, rare toxin she had previously dusted onto the gift box. She slammed it onto the table. "Careful with that!" Ivy warned Zane as he reached for it. "One whiff and you'll be coughing up blood. It attacks the wolf's healing factor. If you don't have the antidote, you're dead."

With that lord Nedes stood up snd went away leaving angry lady Blaine on the couch. Meanwhile, Ives's study room was full of pungent smell after preparing those medicines and poisons. He put aconitum, the most dangerous poison inside the box in case someone mistook it for some type of medicine. The least poisonous poison, coleus was made by him as a powder not a liquid like other poisons. His teacher would be returning after a month to check the quality. So, he had to be careful in storing them. King Raleigh came inside Ives's study room and immediately covered his nose.