Male Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

"Don't touch it" My hand falls at my sides, a little stunned at the brunt of his tone against me. "It's poisoned" "Poisoned?!" "Yes" He finally explains as he stands a above me and I hop backwards at once. Grayson moves to sniff it before regarding the small instrument keenly. "It's laced with poision ivy and something else that I'm not sure of yet" Mother trucker. I didn't even hear the damn thing coming and hadn't Grayon pulled me out of the way, if I had been on my own, by the time I'd realise what was happening it wouldn have been too late.

York asked. "He would have lost an eye but he would live." Nigel showed them a cut in his palm and added, "I accidentally cut myself with a sharp object that was coated with the same poison. It was made from a plant from the family of the tobacco tree. The scientific name is nicotiana glauca. It has such high toxicity that once it breaks through the skin it's literally a countdown. It causes respiratory dysfunction and makes one choke to death. My experience with it wasn't pretty. I thought I was going to die. My father made me chuck down the antidote. I slept the whole day and woke up with a terrible headache ...."

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.”

Aston stepped out of the infirmary before he returned in his hands, he was clutching a set of herbs that he placed in front of Levy and started grinding them in the pestle as he explained, “ Poison of ivy is like a bane for witches just like how silver reacts when it touches our skin—— but two times worse. Unlike silver that can be extracted with the help of healers' magical powers, the poison of ivy is something that sticks to the skin of witches and does not budge until it's forcefully ejected.”

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.

His hands turned me to face the mirror again, "Miss Ivy, Poison looks amazing on you." The deep emerald green showcased the redness of my hair. My pale skin didn't look transparent and veiny but cool and light. The satin was soft and delicate as it lightly fit my body, almost like an extension. The slits from my shoulders to my wrists allowed my arms to move freely. Even though the slits on the sides were nearly at my waist, it was tastefully revealing. The backless part of the gown matched the plunging neckline in the front. Wow. "Come on out!" Howard exclaimed and pulled back the curtain with haste.

***** Nadia's POV I was with Scarlet in her room, we were busy catching up on lost times and I could feel myself happy and forgetting all of my troubles. Somehow scarlet has a way of making one forget about their sorrows. So how have things been here since I left?” “Nothing much, just the normal routine happenings, although Ivory has been asking a lot of questions about you,” she said “Who is Ivory?” I questioned ransacking my brain for anyone bearing that name. “The chef, remember her, you have seen her before” “Yeah, I remember” my uncle spy, I can't believe she has not been caught. How she has been able to keep a low profile in enemy territory is worth awarding.

Author's pov “I still think red would’ve made more of a statement,” Mason said, as he adjusted the straps on Ivy’s heels with practiced ease. Ivy glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her lips curving just slightly. “This dress doesn’t need to be red to make a statement.” The emerald green clung to her figure perfectly. It looked elegant, understated but still somehow deadly. She looked like money, power and revenge blended into one. Mason stood, brushing invisible lint from her shoulder. “Well, you’re going to break necks either way. Try not to cause a lawsuit.”

“Should one of us stay back here to keep an eye on Catalina?” “No, I already got Tyler and Jason on it, and I promised to get her that plant she wanted.” “The one from the desert?” “Yeah!” “Wait, what are you two talking about?” I looked between Lyon and Logan. “Calotropis Procera, or in layman’s terms, the apple of Sodom.” Knowing what I do now about his kid, I had to ask. “Is it… poisonous?” “We’re talking about Mengele here; what do you think?”

“I haven’t heard of that.” “It’s a possibility, from the pictures, that he was poisoned by Purpulla. It’s a rare plant that only grows in the mountains of the Dreya Forests. It blooms once a year. To be honest, this is the second case I’ve seen of a vampire who was poisoned by the plant. It’s an instant death mechanism.” “How was he exposed to Purpulla then?” I asked. Since it’s a poison, someone must have given it to him or he was exposed to it somehow.